She smiles up at him, nodding, her every movement languid and sensual. He just gave her a mind-blowing orgasm, and the second one is always better than the first. Her hand comes to rest over his heart, and she presses her palm flat, the silent gesture another way to connect to him.

They're as alive as they've ever been, here in this place. They breathe, they eat, they sleep, they make love. This isn't a dream. The fire he's stoking low in her belly is reflected in her gaze. Dark eyes, pupils shot wide, she looks up at him, marveling at his pout of concentration. That she's here with him is a miracle.

This is better than any dance she'd ever imagined. There are no words to express how good he feels.