She clung to him as the rhythm lifted her, teased her body into contortions of pure, exquisite pleasure. “I can’t believe... I was afraid!”

His hips moved from side to side and she made a harsh, odd little cry that was echoed in the convulsion of her hips.

“Yes,” he purred. “I can make you so hungry that you’ll do anything to get me closer, can’t I, ma belle?”

“Any...thing,” she agreed.

He ground his teeth together. “It works...both ways...too,” he bit off. He groaned harshly as the pleasure bit into him, arched him down into her as the rhythm grew hard and hot and deep. He felt his heartbeat in his head, slamming like a hammer as he drove into her welcoming body, faster and harder and closer until suddenly, like a storm breaking, a silver shaft of pleasure went through him like a spear, lifting him above her in an arch so brittle that he thought he might shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Like...dying,” he managed as the pleasure took him.

She clung to him, too involved to even manage a reply, lifting and pleading, digging her nails into his hard back as she welcomed the hard, heavy push of his body, welcomed the deep, aching tension that grew and swelled and finally burst like rockets going off inside her.

She cried out helplessly, sobbing, as the ecstasy washed over her like the purest form of pleasure imaginable and then, just as quickly, was gone. Gone. Gone!

They clung together, damp with sweat, sliding against each other in the aftermath, holding on to the echoes of the exquisite satisfaction that they’d shared.

“Remind me to tell you one day how rare it is for two people to find completion at the same time,” he whispered, sliding his mouth over her soft, yielding body. “Usually, the woman takes a long time, and the man only finds his satisfaction when hers is over.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “And you would know this, how?” she began.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes with a rakish grin. “Oh, from the videos I watched and the books I read and the other guys I listened to...”

“Is that so?” she mused, with a suspicious look.

He kissed her accusing eyes shut. “It was long before I knew you,” he whispered. “And after the first day I saw you, sitting in the road waiting for me to run over you, there was no one. Ever.”

Her eyes flew open. “Wh-what?”

He brushed the hair from her cheeks. “I knew then that I would love you one day, forever,” he said quietly. “So there were no other women.”

Her face flushed. “Gabriel,” she whispered, overcome.