The intensity of Jacob's feelings, the burning pleasure he was experiencing, were there for Zande to share, just as he could feel the rapture of her own body, reveling in his possession.
He began to move, surging into her with sure, hard strokes that seemed to build in intensity, causing a fiery friction between them so hot they were consumed with the flames.
She clung to him, her safe anchor, as he transported them higher, ever higher, to a place of such ecstasy she wasn't certain she could stand it.
His mouth fed at her, his hips drove into her, a frenzy of lust and love, of reverence and craving.
It went on and on until her body seemed to belong to him rather than her, until she heard herself give a soft cry of sheer shock as her body seemed to fragment into a thousand pieces, to shatter, as wave after wave of fire rocked her, convulsing her muscles so that she tightened around him even more, gripping and demanding.