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last," he whispered, moving so his lips were against her ear, "the sun is able to penetrate to the core of the flower."  
    "Gabriel!" she exclaimed as his fingers dipped into her. She felt liquid, flowing, as if she were honey dripping from a beehive.  
    "The flower is ready now," he muttered raggedly, "to accept the sun…"  
    His words faded as he lifted himself over her. He stared at her, a question in his eyes.  
    Lorilla could hardly breathe. Her entire body felt poised on the brink of incredible ecstasy. All she could do was meet his eyes and nod.  
    When she did, Gabriel shut his eyes for a brief instant, then looked at her. His hard manhood probed the entrance to her body. She clutched at his shoulders and strained upward to meet him.  
    Gabriel thrust, then Lorilla felt him meet the barrier and stop.  
    "Please," she begged, her body tense and throbbing. "Gabriel, please!"  
    He pushed, and for an instant, there was pain.  
    She gasped.  

"Rilla?"  
    "Please. Now."  
    His eyes flashed with blue flame and he began a rhythmic motion, slowly in, slowly out, then in again.  
    "Gabriel!" Lorilla couldn't believe the feelings. Each time he pressed into her, each time he pulled away from her, she met him with an answering move. It was as if they danced, in perfect harmony. As if the world and all its pleasure had been designed for them alone.  
    Gabriel groaned, then he kissed her as his thrusts quickened. Suddenly something happened, and Lorilla felt again as if she would explode.  
    Gabriel stiffened, then thrust deeply, and she did explode.  
    She cried.  
    Gabriel buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder and shuddered.  
    Slowly, she relaxed, as Gabriel's hot, rapid breaths warmed her neck. She caressed his hair, running her fingers through it, lifting it off his neck where it was damp with sweat. Her heart felt full to bursting. So this was love. Or at least lovemaking. No wonder people married. To have someone with which to share this kind of intimacy would be the closest thing to heaven on earth.  
    An echo of the thrilling explosion rippled through her. Gabriel raised his head and looked at her, his eyes smoky with satisfaction. "Rilla? Are you all right?"  
    "Mmm," was all she could manage, but she kissed him softly, languidly, and ran her tongue across his cheek.  
    He chuckled, and she felt his chest rumble. She placed her palm against his cheek and turned his head so she could see his face. The hard line of his jaw was soft, his mouth was relaxed and smiling. She touched his lips with her fingers. This laugh she could learn to love.  
    He rolled away from her then pulled her to lie against him.  
    "So that's what all the fuss was about," she murmured.  
    "Yes. Are you sure you're all right?"  
    "I'm fine, Gabriel. Was I not um, satisfactory?"  
    "Senora Beltran, you were more than, 'um, satisfactory.'"  
    He kissed her temple, then relaxed. Lorilla let her head rest on his shoulder and went to sleep with his arm around her.  
    Deep in the night, she awoke to find his hands and mouth working their magic on her again. She responded, just as she had the first time, and the result was just as satisfying, although this mating was lazy, tender and easy. Again, Gabriel pulled her to him and fell asleep holding her.  
    Gabriel awoke at dawn, to find Lorilla asleep at his side. She was turned slightly away from him, and her hair was caught under his shoulder. He carefully extricated himself from her tangled red hair and got up.  
    He walked to the window to look out at the rising sun. Then he turned around to study his new wife. It mystified him that he was so taken by her. She was untutored, unsophisticated, not at all what he had expected. Worse, she might turn out to be barren and therefore of no use to his plans for an heir. Still, he was drawn to her. He shook his head.  
    Except for her red hair, there was nothing remarkable about her. Well, except for her eyes. He raised one