Her lips tasting his.
His hand on her hip and the other fisting her hair.
Pants. Raging pulses. Blistering heat.
It’s always like this. A flawless union. Intense. Rapturous. Madness.Leela’s thoughts rivaled his own, only she had the complete understanding of Brazil to compare to this experience.
And that made this all the more powerful.
Because he could hear her comparison, noting the rightness of both unions and the dark passion underlying this one.
He grabbed the back of her neck again and kissed her as though his life depended on it while her thighs shook around his own. His opposite hand went to the small of her back to urge her onward, taking control of her pace and adding a few deviations of his own.
Then he spun her onto the bed, slamming her back against the mattress, and drove home inside her again. She screamed, the sound one he’d heard before.
So many times.
On repeat.
Yes, just like that.
His palm went to her throat, holding her beneath him as he gave her everything he owned, guiding her to an oblivion only his body seemed capable of doing.
They both knew it, understood that this coupling surpassed all others, their souls rejoicing at the reconnection of fate.
He shook, his veins pulsating from their passionate inferno, as he fucked her into a euphoric state he could taste on his tongue.
She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks—then and now—as she moaned his name. “Balthazar…”
Not B.
But the full name.
Over and over again.
He kept his punishing pace, reveling in the way her tight channel squeezed his shaft.
Then he paused to stare down at her, his beautiful vixen, spent in the sheets, with her golden hair resembling a halo around her head.
The visual alone sent him over the edge, causing his abdomen to clench as his climax thundered through his being.
“Leela,” he groaned, his world spinning off its axis as reality and fantasy combined.
He’d never been here before.
And yet he had.
Inside her. Just like this. Hearing her scream, feeling her throb, watching her come undone beneath him.
He grabbed the pillow beside her head, fisting the feathers inside as he gave a final thrust, his pleasure so intense that he could hardly breathe.
Just like before.
And every other time…
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” he whispered against her ear, his fingers stroking her hip while his other hand rested on the pillow beside her head. “We’ve done that before.”
“We definitely have,” she agreed, her voice a rasp of sound.
