For a moment she lay there in the vast bed, unmoving, lush memories heating her senses as she relived certain indescribable moments of the night just passed. She had never before imagined the act of mating could be so…incredible. Yesterday she wouldn’t have believed such shattering pleasure was even possible, or that she could have responded to a man’s touch with such wanton abandon. Burying her face in the pillow, she breathed in Niall’s musky male scent. Before last night she would have called herself a lady, but the demanding intensity of his passion had stripped away every shred of reserve or shyness, destroyed any lingering will to resist. Without conscious thought, Sabrina reached up to touch her breast with her palm, remembering Niall’s strong, long-fingered hands caressing the sensitive bud. She nearly whimpered at the fire that shivered through her. Her eyes shut as vivid images assaulted her…Niall loving her, his bare, powerfully muscled body moving against hers…his expression feverish, his face dark and strained with arousal….
