Outside, the wind whispered through the pines, but inside, the world had narrowed to just the two of them.
Lori lay beneath Attia, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her skin flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The firelight played across her curves, illuminating the gentle swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her hip, the tangled mess of her red hair spread across the pillow like a fiery halo.
She felt boneless, weightless, completely consumed by the intensity of what they had just shared. Every nerve ending in her body was still singing, still vibrating with the echoes of pleasure that had wracked her frame. She had never experienced anything like it—the way he had taken her apart, piece by piece, rebuil
