Taboo: Ties and Sins
It was surrender, not capitulation.
When the climax finally claimed her, it came with a long, trembling sigh rather than a cry. Her body arched against him—not violently, but like a flower opening to the sun. A series of deep, rhythmic spasms gripped Devon, and she released a muffled, broken sound against his shoulder—a blend of moan and relieved sob. It was a silent, overwhelming orgasm that seemed to last forever, a release of all the tension she had carried for a lifetime.