“I just—” Writhing with need, she hisses. “I just want you inside me. I don’t care about anything else. Please. Now.”

Desperateness. That’s what she feels. I know, because I feel it, too.

This time, when I prod at her entrance, I push forward. Just a little.

The tip slides in.

I groan. She’s so slippery and warm. Her snug walls hug my cock, and it’s the best sensation in the world.

Dropping down to my elbows, I cover her body with mine. Our chests rub together, and I love the feel of her bare skin against mine. “Ready?”

I hope to all the stars she says yes. If she says no, I’m not sure what it would do to me. My entire body is trembling with the strength it takes to hold back from plunging ahead.

Fortunately, she makes an impatient sound while locking her ankles behind my back. She clenches her thighs as she tries to push me with her heels.

I sink deeper, and Zella closes her eyes while tilting her head back.

Searching her scrunched up face, I look for a hint of pain or discomfort. I close my eyes and implore the bond to see if I can experience what she’s feeling, but only pleasure flows back at me.

“More,” Zella demands, digging her fingernails into my back. “Give me more.”

Anything for her.

Holding onto her waist, I surge forward until I’m buried all the way. We both moan.

I want to stay still for a second to savor the moment and give Zella time to adjust to my size.

But I can’t.

Against my will, my hips buck. The motions are jerky because I’m trying to stop. I knew I’d be driven by the bond, but I didn’t realize it would take away my control. It’s unnerving.

Panting, I grit my teeth and will my body to halt. “Zella, I can’t…”

Her eyes open as she undulates beneath me. “Stop fighting it.”

I release a breath and give in. I let instinct take over.

And it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

Ramming my cock into Zella’s tight channel, I close my eyes and allow the bond to guide us. My thrusts are smooth, hard, and deep as I pump into her over and over again.

I try to kiss her, but we’re so frantic, it’s hard to connect our lips for more than a few seconds.

Zella gets wetter, making the slide easier as her body gives way to mine. She’s a wild woman, pinching her breasts and slipping an arm between us to touch her clit. I’ve never seen her so unrestrained.

I knock her hand away and replace her fingers with mine.