A slow, triumphant smile curved her lips. It was the only answer she needed. With a final, deliberate movement, she freed him from the confines of his clothing, her own breath catching at the sight of him, so powerfully male and achingly vulnerable in his need for her.
"Then have me..." she whispered.
And, holding his burning gaze, she slowly, exquisitely slowly, lowered herself onto him, sheathing him in her warm, welcoming softness. A shared, shuddering gasp filled the room as they became one, a perfect, breathless union.
The outside world was not just locked out; it was forgotten. There was only this... the feel of him filling her completely, the sight of utter rapture on his face, and the slow, rising rhythm they began to move to, a dance as old as time, made new again just for them.
The last vestiges of her languid peace were burnt away by the sudden, fresh fire in his eyes. The game had changed; her shy invitation had been accepted and raised.
