Perhaps because they had been apart for so, so long, the man unleashed a passion she had never seen before. He made her swoon again and again, and again and again, he showed her his tenderness.
The power emanating from his body was immense, yet when it touched her, he was exceedingly careful, as if she were a fragile treasure cupped in his palm. He cherished her completely, handling her with meticulous care, terrified she might break...
At this moment, "lost in a haze of passion" was not enough to describe their frenzy.
She was just as fiery, so forward that she nearly drove him to lose control—but he still held back, until he finally let himself go completely...
When he regained his senses, he saw her gazing at him with such tenderness—a look he had never received from her before, her smile filled with doting affection.
"I didn't... hurt you, did I?"
Sean Quinn—no, that's not right, it was Hanson—asked in a hoarse voice, reaching out to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead.
