As if it was only the driving rhythm of his possession that could appease the throbbing ache now building slowly and insidiously far within her.Tempting her to put her arms round him and offer her parted lips to the kisses she’d once denied him. To arch her body towards him, taking him ever more deeply into her in the ultimate surrender.Above all to pursue and capture those incomprehensible but exquisite sensations that seemed to be hovering, tantalising her, just beyond her reach, and so discover for the first time the reality of passion’s physical conclusion.And then, just as Joanna realised, stunned, that this might be an actual possibility, it was suddenly over. She heard him cry out hoarsely and felt his body shudder into hers. For a moment he lay still, his face buried in her breasts, his slackened weight pressing her into the mattress, and Joanna conquered an impulse to lift a hand and stroke his sweat-dampened black hair.How can I even think of something like that? she asked herself incredulously.
What do You think about The Highest Stakes Of All?
