Heaven, it was pure heaven. It seemed like a ridiculous sort of word. But it was indeed heaven, and Blanca couldn't deny it. Or, at least, it did until a few moments ago. Not the sort of word she would ever use. However, as Blanca battled to gather her breath, she realized that there really wasn't any other word to actually describe what had just occurred.
Still bathed in sweat and too weak to move, she rested her head on Dimitri's chest. It wasn't the first time she had found pleasure in her man's arms. But she couldn't fool herself that she had ever felt such raw, unrelenting need. And she thought it was their mate's bond. Or had her body ever responded to a man's touch with such fierce joy, after all, it was only him and him alone.
As if sensing her tangled thoughts, Dimitri slipped a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head to meet his searching gaze.
"You're quiet. Are you well, sweetheart?"
Was she well?
