With a sharp cry of triumph, she dropped down, her weight landing firm against his phallus. She sat up, rocking her dew-damp lips against him, reveling at the feel of a hard prick against her cleft.
Desired. For the first time in decades. Someone who is desired. Her eyes stung with tears, and she closed them for a moment. When she opened them again, she looked at the beloved man under her, scion of her bitter enemy, her savior, her friend.
Her lover.
Oh yes, my lover.
She bent her face to his, and gave him her mouth again, kissing him deep, savoring the feel of his lips on hers, the delicate touch of his tentative tongue as it explored her mouth, unlike any other lover she had ever taken.
Not a gentleman, maybe. But a gentle man.
His hands roamed her back as they kissed, his mouth bo
