Page 58 of A Lady's Wicked Revenge

“Oh—” they breathed as one, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony with one another. Lost in a trancelike state beyond words, beyond thought, Diana sensed that whatever had been missing from her was now found, that she was now complete in a way that would change her existence forever.

His hands were all over her, his fingers roughly grabbing her quivering breast even as the other caressed her cheek tenderly. Diana scarcely knew what her own body was doing; her hand was at once clutching the bedclothes for greater purchase and raking Colin’s broad, muscular back, eliciting pleasurable grunts from him as she did so.

Their voices mingled in their wordless chant. Every second stretched into eternity as Diana felt her thighs wrap around Colin, pulling him closer to her, his body tighter and harder, their hearts crying out louder and burning hotter and …

“Diana,” Colin exhaled even as any thought left Diana entirely. This single word heralded the moment when they crested this mysterious summit as one being, one flesh. They cried out in a long, unbroken song of ardour, their impossibly singular moment stretching out to blot out all the world, its past and future, in a perfect white light.

The air they breathed in the warm, comfortable little room seemed to be filled with stars. Feeling a strong arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her in close, Diana rested her head against Colin’s broad, muscular chest and sighed happily. She felt his weight, the substance of his body, heard the peace in his breath, and fell into as deep and wonderful a sleep as she had ever known.

Her final thought before that glorious day receded into the patchwork beauty of memory was the sudden and absolute realisation that her dreams would never be truly troubled again so long as she lived.

THE END