Tremors moved through every inch of her from his wild movements. It would be so easy to go this way. In his arms. Lost in him. This was perfection. All she needed to do was let go. The urgency of his thrusts undulated though her. Nothing in her life had ever felt as right as when her body joined with his. And when they shared ecstasy.His grip tightened. He wrenched his mouth from her neck. “Sephora,” he roared with the last of his release, driving deep within her. Blood smeared on his mouth and chin. A trail of fluid drizzled down her chest. Supported by his arms, she relaxed onto his chest. Her body felt heavy, lulled as if to sleep, and her eyelids drifted shut."I'm tired,” she said. His manly scent enveloped her, mixing with her own. With him, she was safe and protected. “We make great love.""Made love?” he questioned, with surprise in his tone, which slid through the fog in her mind."That's what it was for me.” Every muscle in her body relaxed. Tonight she'd shared love in the arms of a man.
