Gradually and smoothly, with desperation just a pulsebeat away. He filled, she encompassed.
The light moved over her skin, her hair, at her, entrancing him. He recalled the canvas of the mer house keeper with her face, that dazzling curve of body, beautiful tumble of hair. She had a place with him now, reality and fan tasy. He'd have followed her, on the off chance that she'd asked, into the ocean. Into its core.
Her eyes shut, her head tipped back, her body bowed. Nothing he'd at any point seen was more gorgeous than that second when she lost herself. The shudder ran down her and into him. He swore he could feel it, feel her, in each cell.
He came up to meet her, folding his arms over her, squeezing his lips to the empty of her throat. Also, it was there, holding one another, that they
