~This~, she thought to herself as his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, ~this is what the stories talked about, the kind of Love to cross mountains and fight dragons for, the kind of Love that inspires sacrifice, the kind of Love that redeems...~

That was as deep as her musing got before those fevered hands grasped her breasts at long last, palming and weighing them as though they were piles of precious gems.

He was so intent, so focused, so adoring, she didn't know whether to laugh or moan. She did both, and the embarrassed smile she received in return made her feel like her heart was going to burst.