"Drawing and stretching the fabric tautly down his muscular arms, she leaned to him, caressing his furred, bronzed chest with her tongue and teeth. Nipping lovingly at the sinewed flesh, she held him captive against the sweet torture of her lips. His head rolled back in a delirium of passion, and she took the more vulnerable new territory in stunning hot little bites. Seething hunger flared, blood quickened, tolerance exploded. In an agonized fever of need, he galvanized himself against her restraint, enchained her in the throbbing steel of his embrace. He lifted her, sweeping her from her feet and onto the great bed. Lowering himself over her, tearing at the lacy chemise, he filled the rapacious hunger of his soul with the succulence of her tender flesh. She writhed beneath him in an ecstasy of maddened pleasure. She entwined her legs around the lean, muscular column of his middle as he lifted the moist flowering core of her need to his powerful command. He thrust in a towering rage of desire. Victoria received the flaming charge rapturously, with breathless charges of her own. The sudden turbulence of their passion crested, swirling them to dizzying, heart-gripping heights. Together, in the fiery dazzle of their joy, together, in the darkness of the cabin, Greyson and Victoria touched the sun.
Soul-melting pleasure undulated through them, bathing them in a golden ecstasy. Liquid rills of wonder cooled the wild fires of their pulsing need. They lay together in the curling vapor of their repletion, breathless with the unexpected sublimity of their union. They marveled that they could attain such heights, such soaring perfection.
Victoria snuggled pearlike in the firm bronze of Greyson's muscled arms. She felt, against her passion-flushed cheek, the furring of his chest, the rhythmic pounding of his heart, the rumbling, hoarse whisper of his words of love. His hot breath stirred the loosened ringlets of her hair."
Emerald Enchantress -- Carol King
