“Zeke.”
“Good?”
“Yes. So good.”
“God, Diana,” he rasped, more connected with her than he’d ever felt to another human. This joining—they might as well have been two stars becoming one.
More light.
More of her.
They were synonymous. She was his light. She was the light created to fill his pathetic soul.
Greys thrust deeper and then relaxed, lifting her. And then again. She gave him all her weight as she gripped his shoulders. He rocked deeper into warm heat, relishing her velvet grip. She clenched her inner muscles and Greys hissed.
“Faster,” she said, and he pictured her sitting beside him as they raced across the countryside.
She’d been right in front of him all along.
She was his reason. She was his answer.
“Like that.” She moaned. “Right there.” She would tell him what she wanted. She wasn’t playing. She wasn’t being shy. “Oh.” Her head fell forward and she shuddered.
Greys buried his face between her breasts.
Something like lighting and fire shot down his spine the instant before he found his release. And as he pulsed deep inside her, one word played over and over in his mind.
Diana.
* * *
A hushed silencehovered around them, and but for the clicking of a clock on the mantle and the beating of Zeke’s heart beneath her ear, all Diana heard was her own breathing. She might as well have been boneless, collapsed in his arms.
“What was that?” she finally managed between breaths.
Oh, she knew. She was all too aware.
But she wondered if he felt the same way she did.
And how did she feel? Ironically, she didn’t understand the state of her own emotions any better than she could guess at his.
“That,” he said, taking her question more literally than she’d intended. “Is what is known as an orgasm.”
“Orgasmus.”
“Greys shifted beneath her, adjusting his posture so he could meet her eyes. “You know the word? In Latin no less?”
“My sister is a great student of Latin,” Diana smiled sleepily up at him and then snuggled into his chest again. Ignoring the stiffness in her legs, she remained straddling him, his member still inside of her. The bodice of her gown had fallen around her waist, and her hem had also twisted around it. Zeke’s hand was stroking the back of her thigh, and she wondered if he was even aware of doing it.
Diana tilted her head back to brush a wayward lock of hair away from his eyes.
“I’m a little astounded you’ve heard it, to be honest.” He chuckled, flicking his gaze down for a second. “Although I should know to expect the unexpected from you by now. You and your sister have been afforded an unusual education.”
“Collette only provided the vague meaning. It was my mother who shared the essential details with me.”
“Your mother?” The shock in his voice was unmistakable. Diana liked surprising him sometimes and couldn’t help but smile. Not that she wanted to shock him, but he had moments where he was every inch the noble marquess who occasionally needed reminding that he was also a man.
“The ideals in our home were different than most,” Diana remembered. “She and my father were not onlyinlove, but they knewhowto love. They practiced loving one another in the time that they had. My mother made it very clear to us that she was not merely his mistress. She was the love of his life.”
