Lorelai couldn't remember much after that.
Her mind was a haze, consumed entirely by what she was doing with her husband.
They were truly one, bound together in every sense, sharing the same overwhelming sensations. Greedily, they devoured each other, giving and receiving the pleasure they both craved and deserved.
Every inch of her body belonged to Rhaegar, and the same was true for him. From his bronzed, powerful frame to his mesmerizing amber eyes, the very ones she loved so much—every part of him was hers.
It felt too good to be real.
They owned each other completely. Even if the world shattered into pieces the very next moment, that truth would remain unshaken.
