Then they moved together flawlessly as if they’d rehashed the movements for weeks on end. She followed his rhythm,undulating and arching with him. Their body had a conversation of mutual understanding easier than his attempts at explaining himself.
The feeling of her all around him was more intoxicating than any session at the ring, more satisfying than any end of a fight.
They stared at each other in the midst of their passionate dance. She was helping him even now, doing her best to follow him and making him feel safe. They found their releases at the same time.
She’d claimed his heart when she’d shown him compassion. She’d captured his body with her first kiss. Now she’d conquered his soul, fighting his need for the ring.
“I want to take an oath,” he whispered, caressing her glorious chestnut curls. Her chignon had come undone between a thrust and a kiss, and he loved how her curls framed her glowing face. “I swear I want to marry you and spend the rest of my days with you. There will never be anyone else but you for me. I love you, Effie.”
She pulled him down for a hard kiss he approved of. “You don’t need to take an oath because I feel your words as fiercely as if you’d shouted them. And I’ll be honoured to be your wife, my love.”
He hugged her, shivering with happiness and hope. His heart burst with love, so much love he wondered how his body could contain it. In fact, he didn’t want to contain it but spread it as much as he could.
