Remember This
"Look at you, princess," he murmured, a smug grin evident in his tone. "You're so used to my touch now that your hands are moving on their own, desperate to give your body the pleasure it craves from me."
Lorelai's brow furrowed at his audacious words, the faintest spark of defiance rising within her. She wanted to glare at him, to retort, but the intensity of her pleasure rendered her powerless. Her eyes remained firmly shut, her body too overwhelmed to obey her thoughts.
The sensations continued to build, soaring higher with every second.
She was losing control—her body quivered, her thighs trembled, and her breath came in shallow gasps. The movement of her fingers against her most sensitive spot aligned with Rhaegar's relentless rhythm, his fingers plunging deep inside her.
Embarrassment warred with ecstasy in her mind, but the tide of pleasure was too strong, drowning everything else.