Dara's arms closed around Mac's neck and he pulled her quivering body close against him. Her cool satin negligee brushed against his sweltering flesh. He growled low in his throat. Making love with her in the past had always thrilled him, but tonight would be special simply because she was now his wife.

Never breaking the wet, exploratory kiss, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Gently, he lowered her onto the smooth, black silk sheets. Her thighs parted and he accepted the silent invitation. His tongue explored the warm, sweetness of her mouth while his hands stroked the length of her taut, mocha thighs. "Oh, Dara," he moaned when his mouth moved along her jawline and down her neck to her collarbone. "My sweet Dara."

"Mac..." Dara's hands caressed the broad expanse of his back. Cool palms skimmed his rigid muscles. Slender fingers kneaded the bunched flesh. Her thighs squeezed around his waist, pulling his throbbing arousal hard against her soft, damp lower body. She pressed her pelvis against his as she whispered his name over and over. "Mac..."

His lips closed over her collarbone. His tongue licked the hollows and his teeth nipped her sensitive skin. Removing one hand from the warmth of her thighs, he lifted his hand and slipped his fingers under the shoulder strap. Dara raised her arms and the flimsy material dropped to her waist. Thick, dark tresses billowed around her round face as she rested her head against the pillow. Her fingers trailed down his nose to brush against his mouth. "I love you, Mac Scorpio."

Those words sounded like a magic potion to him. They left him spellbound and deliriously happy. He knew she loved him, but hearing her say it was like a balm to his soul. He would never grow tired of those words. He would never grow tired of the magic that sparkled in the air when he was with her or when he thought of her. Dara was his heart. Tonight, she would become his forevermore.

Sliding down the length of her, Mac stopped when he reached his current destination. His mouth moved around the round globe of her breast. He planted tiny kisses around the fleshy mounds, coming just shy of her swollen nipples. She moaned in protest. Her fingers threaded in his thick hair and guided his head to one hardened pebble. Unable to tease her any longer, he suckled greedily. His tongue drew her taut peak deep within his mouth. Her sounds of pleasure were loud in his ears, affirming how he pleased her.

Mac's mouth claimed hers again. His tongue created sweet torture, slipping inside only to withdraw again. She picked up his rhythm. Deepening the kiss, her tongue battled his. She drew him inside her mouth and refused to let go until the need for air overpowered them. Her hands skimmed down his rock hard abdomen and across to slide inside his pajama bottoms. With insistent hands, she dug her fingers into his firm backside and pulled until he was settled completely flush against her moist center. Through his cotton bottoms and her silky panties, an explosive heat was generated. In seconds, the excessive clothing was tossed aside. Their hot, slick bodies slid together in a dance of uncontrollable passion.

The bed creaked in time with the rhythm they created. Hard and deep, his throbbing arousal plunged inside her. Dara whimpered low in her throat, her hands clutching his back. Their bodies were a perfect fit. She accept his rigid length as she'd been made just for him. Her low moans of desire slid over him like fiery hot caresses. He had been born just for this moment...to give pleasure to the woman he loved, to his Lady.

When the explosion came, both screamed out in unison. Dizzying waves cascaded over them like a waterfall. Closing his eyes, Mac wrapped his arms tightly around Dara and held her. Their hearts pumped wildly in unison until they slowly came back to earth and the waves became less wild.

Later, as Dara fell asleep in his arms, Mac continued to hold her close to him and realized that they had truly become one. Then, he joined her in slumber.

Song credit – "Lady" by Kenny Rogers