This little gem is from Lauren Willig's The Masque of the Black Tulip, part of her Carnation series. I have many issues with that series (anachronistic characters, inane plots, heroes and heroines that are not only overly wholesome but were dropped on their heads as babies and bounced repeatedly). I have only liked The Seduction of the Crimson Rose but keep reading them all out of some obscure mashocism.
Anyway, that is one way to describe a sex scene:
Henrietta cried out in surprise as pleasure scintillated through her, like a thousand champagne bubbles glistening by candlelight, oscillating and bursting in a golden glow.
Well then.
Anyway, that is one way to describe a sex scene:
Henrietta cried out in surprise as pleasure scintillated through her, like a thousand champagne bubbles glistening by candlelight, oscillating and bursting in a golden glow.
Well then.