She opened her eyes to look at him to see what her words had done to him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw set. Steeped in pleasure and purpose, he began to move in her. And when his lashes fluttered up, when those cool gray eyes looked into the depths of her soul, she knew. She knew what it was like to be loved, to be worshipped. Tears fell unbound as he slid out slowly, achingly, before he glided back in filling her to the hilt. He set the pace, a slow and steady climb up into the stars.
