They moved in a very low, steady rhythm. They fit together perfectly , moving in unison. It was exactly as if they had been entirely created specifically for each other.
The only sounds in the bedroom were the soft crackle of the fireplace, the quiet rustle of the white sheets, and the rapid matching sound of their shared breathing.
Rowan was so gentle. He guided their pace very carefully, making absolutely sure she was comfortable and happy at every single moment. He worshipped her with every single movement of his body. He watched her face closely, mesmerized by the soft, lovely expressions of pure pleasure that crossed her features.
They moved together for a long while, lost in the dizzying, intoxicating fog of their lovemaking.
But as the intense pleasure continued to build higher and higher, a sudden spark of courage ignited in Delaney's chest.
