Her hands went round his waist again, bring life the electrifying sparks that usually leave him helpless. There was a tingling sensation at the back of his head, and even as he tried to speak, he found himself moaning and pulling her closer into his hands. For the fleeting time, he just wanted to be with her. His beginning and his ending were in her hands. Thinking was only in one direction—her direction. She held him in that confined castle she had built for him. The keys of the castle belong to her, and even though he was the lord of the castle, he seemed totally powerless over it. Her love was sweeter than the finest wine, purer than the cloud itself. Ah, if only he had the artistic skill to paint his feelings with colors.
He had mastered her moves over the years, or he thought he had
