As her gentle voice continued, Rhys had the sensation of floating, the red tide of fever easing. How strange and lovely it was to lie here half dozing in her arms, possibly even better than fucking . . . but that thought led to the indecent question of what it might be like with her . . . how she might lie quietly beneath him while he devoured all that petal softness and vanilla sweetness . . . and slowly he fell asleep in Lady Helen’s arms.
