His thumb found her core again, slick and hot, and began a new, devastating rhythm. It was no longer an exploration but a claiming, a masterful dance that sent shattering waves of pleasure radiating from the very center of her being.
Her moans became a continuous, breathless melody, each one a surrender, a prayer. The world beyond the window, the mansion, the very concept of time... it all dissolved into a meaningless blur.
There was only the feel of his calloused thumb circling that exquisitely sensitive peak, the pressure of his other hand holding her firmly against him, and the sight of his face, etched with a fierce concentration, watching her unravel.
Her own hands were not idle. They roamed his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles bunch and shift beneath his shirt, then slid down to fumble with the buttons.
