He obeyed, his arms locked around her waist, his powerful frame a pillar of strength. He felt the rapid beat of her heart against his chest and the trembling of her body, a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure. After a long moment, he began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust that filled her completely. He pulled back, a long, agonizingly slow retreat until only the very tip of him remained at her entrance, then pushed forward again, plunging back into her warm, wet depths.
"Mmm… ahh… yes," Rose moaned, a low, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure as his full length buried deep inside her. Her hips began to move instinctively, a slight, sensual sway that created a deep, intimate friction. Her hands, still buried in his hair, tightened with a fierce, possessive grip that pulled his face closer to hers, a silent command for more.
