And she seemed to enjoy him watching her.

Unlike her, he didn’t want to waste time. Using his powers, he disrobed immediately.

Grinning, Jayne nodded. “Nice.”

“Naughty,” he contradicted as he lifted one leg to the bed and almost knocked her over.

She steadied herself as he brought himself up against her.

Unable to believe her beauty, he cupped her ass and brought her to his mouth.

The first taste was all woman. The salty aftertaste was the rarest flavor. He glanced up to see her eyes closed, one hand on her breast and the other clutched in his hair.

Sensing her rising desire, he laid her back on the bed. Her nails scraped his scalp and drove a long shudder along his spine.

Jayne closed her eyes as she again felt that surging throughout her entire body. “How can you do that?”

He smiled down at her. “Another gift.”

Biting her lip, she freed his hair from its band so that it fell over his shoulders. “You are gorgeous.”

He’d never really felt that way, but he was willing to accept it from her. Especially as she writhed beneath him.

Unable to stand it, he parted her thighs.

This time, it was she who cupped his ass and pulled him closer. She reached between them until she touched his hard shaft.

Hadrian couldn’t breathe as she gently explored him from tip to hilt. His head swam.

Every thought in his head shattered.

Jayne shivered as she felt him again, all over her body. There were no words to describe the sensation.

None.

Unable to take it anymore, she carefully guided him into her body.

They moaned in unison.

Jayne swallowed hard as he lowered his lips to take hers again. Then ever so slowly, he began to move against her hips.

Holy minsid shit . . .

His actions only intensified what she felt.

Hadrian bit his lip. He’d wanted to savor this. To lengthen it for as long as he could.

But there was no way.

To hell with a long ride. He needed to claim her, to mark her as his, and he didn’t even know why. Something about her reached out to him.

Made him yearn for things he knew he couldn’t have.

A home.

A wife . . .

Children.

What the hell? Those had never been in his plans. Not even on the peripheral.

Yet she reached out to a part of him he’d buried so long ago that he barely remembered ever having those thoughts.

His head swimming, he quickened his strokes, wanting to drive himself in as deep as he could.

She ran her hands down his spine, raising chills the whole way. Her eyes were as drunk as he felt.

Jayne met him stroke for stroke, making him all the more determined to savor every single moment of this.

Every single inch of her.

And when she lifted her hips to take him in even deeper and began to shudder as another orgasm claimed her, it drove him over the edge.