Milaya. What did that mean? As she lifted her hips, he pulled the panties off and dropped them to the floor beside the bed. Then, holding her gaze, he settled between her legs and rubbed the petals of her intimate flesh with the head of his cock.

When she was ready, he pushed in, stretching her wide with his entry. It felt so incredible she tilted back her head and closed her eyes to savor every moment.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Startled, she opened her eyes.

Watching her closely, he pushed harder until he was in all the way. “You chose this. No regrets, no turning away.”

He looked fierce, possessive, his expression taut. Surprised by his insistence, she gripped his biceps. “No regrets, I swear it. I’m enjoying this too much. I only closed my eyes because you feel so damn good.”

“That’s all right then.” The clenched line of his jaw eased. Then, as he pulled back and slid in again, her eyelids fluttered shut again.

“Still here,” she murmured as she arched up. “Still with you all the way.”

“You better be,” he growled. “God, I hate condoms, but I love how you feel.”

“I love how you feel too,” she gasped.

Tension coiled higher as they found a rhythm together. He stroked her hair back off her face as he moved inside her, and somehow the wordless gesture conveyed something she needed. Sliding both hands down the long, strong curve of his back, she rose up to press her mouth against his shoulder, and in response, he gripped her hip and increased the power of his thrusts.

When he pulled out, she grumbled in protest. A quick white grin flashed across his face.

“Turn over,” he told her.

Eagerly, she complied, and he guided her into position on her hands and knees and covered her from behind. When he entered her, the angle made him feel bigger than ever. Bonelessly, she collapsed onto her elbows, which raised her hips higher until at last he was buried to the root.

He braced himself on one hand while he curved the other arm around her torso to stroke at her entrance. When he found her clitoris, she shuddered everywhere from the piercing burst of pleasure.

He growled against her neck, “There it is.”

“God!” Reaching blindly for a pillow, she buried her face in it. “It feels amazing, but I don’t know if I can come again.”

“Oh, you can,” he told her. He bit her neck as he fucked her, and the relentless circular motion of his fingers drove everything else out of her head.