Her fingers twist into my hair, and she kisses me back with a determined hunger and warmth, setting every nerve alight. Her jasmine scent surrounds me. The sound of her pleasure, the feel of her skin, the taste of her, the sight of her—it is overwhelming, intoxicating.
Everything that I could ever want, right here.
I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping tightly around me, and carry her back out to the bedroom. I set her down in front of the window, where the full moon spills across her skin, highlighting the emerald fire in her eyes.
I step behind her once more, slipping my hands back to their earlier place—cradling her body, holding her close. She leans back into me, her spine a slow curve against my chest, her breath catching with the softest sound, the sound of surrender. Of reme
