"The rhythm built, a tangible force that compelled and pulled and tormented, so that when she broke again, keening his name, he exploded, as well, pouring his life and his heart and his love into his woman in a cleansing, pulsating frenzy of white-hot ecstasy that left them both shaken to the essential depths of their being.
The blood pounded in Travis's temples, coherent thought impossible as the riptides of pleasure sucked him under, but he knew he'd never experienced anything to equal this, never thought in all of his godforsaken life to feel anything so right and good."
Dr. Holt and the Texan -- Suzannah Davis
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