Ian tortured her for a long time, drinking her until she couldn’t contain her cries any longer. Beth felt her hips gyrating, her hands locking around her skirts. A sob burst from her, feminine joy that had been denied her for so long. Tears rained down her face. Ian drew back and looked up, his eyes burning her. She felt herself falling, but Ian caught her and pulled her to his lap, safe in his strong arms. “Did I hurt you?” Beth buried her face in his fine-smelling shoulder. “No. It was wonderful.” “You’re crying.” Beth lifted her head. “Because I never thought I’d feel such bliss again.”
