Jaime cried out in joy when he entered her at last. Answering his thrusts with her own synchronous movements, together they climbed to heights of pleasure that transcended all thought, all emotion, all consciousness.
Moments later, she languorously threaded her fingers into his tousled hair and smiled at the satisfied expression on his face. Malcolm lay sprawled over her with his face resting comfortably on her breasts. The rush of feeling—the ecstasy she had felt in the splendor of their lovemaking—had been like nothing she could ever have imagined. Jaime blinked back a tear. She couldn’t allow the grandeur of the magical moment they’d just shared to be spoiled by silly weeping. Over and over again Malcolm MacLeod had taken her to the stars, letting her revel in the heat of their radiant
