autiful body, and thinking of the ecstasy to come. He would take her with all the sweet savagery in him, and she would respond to him with all the passion she could summon. It was always like that, wild and intense and free.
When finally he stood naked before her in all his proud magnificence, she held out her arms to him eagerly. And when he joined her in the bed, settling with familiar ease in the cradle of her femininity, Alysson gave a breathless sigh of contentment. Locking her legs around his hips, she drew him more fully into her body, receiving the gift of his vital maleness, her damp softness gripping him.
"Mistress of my heart," Jafar whispered, his golden eyes hot and intense as he began the sweet urgent rhythm that would carry them to paradise and beyond.
"Yes . . ." she murmured in return, responding with the love of a passionate, giving woman for her chosen mate. "Yes . . ." she cried again moments later, welcoming him with all the joy within her.