He thrust hard and deep and held himself there and that was all she needed to tip over the edge and take him with her. Sheona’s insides pulsed and clenched as wave after wave of the most exquisite sensation flooded her body. The pain at the beginning was well worth the bliss she experienced at the end. Her breath came in shallow pants as she rode the intensity until itsubsided.
Malcolm was a pleasant weight as her body returned to its former state, though she would never be the same again. Whatever that was, that they had shared, was surely a treasured gift and she feared moving at all would break thespell.
He lifted his head after a time and gazed into her eyes. “By God woman. What have you done tome?”
“I know not, my lord.” She couldn’t help but grin at him. He looked so pleased with himself, so proudeven.
“I think you do, vixen.” He kissed her neck and slid out ofher.
Suddenly she was empty—and she didn’t like it. Sheona wiggled close to him when he rolled to his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She could see the vein in his neck still staggering from his rapid pulse, and she inhaled the musky scent of his sweat and their lovemaking. Sheona closed her eyes, unable to imagine anywhere else she’d ratherbe.
She began to drift and this time instead of weeping, she heard gentlelaughter.
“Mine,” was the last thing she heard before succumbing to blissful and weightless slumber in the arms of her former enemy, now herhusband.
