Even if he'd wanted to, Eros could never have resisted that inexorable vortex of pleasure. His head fell back, eyes squeezing shut, and her name ripped from his lips as his mind spiraled into pure white nothingness.

His thoughts crept back slowly, one by one, and he panted as he pressed his forehead to hers, smiling. "You are splendid, my lady," he murmured as he tipped his head and took her lips in a slow, searing kiss.