The orgasm swelled and then detonated in a blaze of devastation, and she cried out, pressing the pillow to her mouth to try to diminish the sound. He pressed two fingers inside her, twisting them and prolonging the devastating ecstasy until her body went limp.

She gasped, sucking in cotton, and then shoved the pillow to the side so she could breathe.

Wolfe set her butt back down on the comforter and stood, his eyes glittering. The moonlight danced across the muscles in his chest, hinting at the power and strength she’d only just begun to tap. His hands went to his belt, and she shivered, her legs still trembling.

This was different from last time. More intense, as if he was giving her more of himself.

He unbuckled with a metallic clank, unzipped with a metal hiss, and shoved his pants to the floor with a swish that had her panting and ready for more.

Holy moly on a double cracker. Her memory of him was spot on. Sometimes a girl just got a gift from the gods in this life. He was hard and thick and long . . . totally in proportion to his spectacular body. Knife wounds, healed and white, dotted his left thigh, while healed burns ran along the other one, next to the perfect bite mark from her mouth. Oh yeah. She’d forgotten about that.

He rummaged in his bag and drew out a condom, which he quickly rolled into place. Then, his hold surprisingly gentle, he clamped her hips and lifted her, turning to set her the right way on the bed.

Finally.

“Now we’re gonna go slow.” He maneuvered his body into place, held himself with one hand over her, careful not to crush her.

“Nope.” She bent her knees and manacled his arms, pressing up for just one touch.

“Yes.” He obliged her, sliding a hand between her legs, driving two fingers inside. Easily. “Just making sure you’re ready.”

She pressed her lips together to keep from begging. “I nearly choked on a pillow trying not to scream a second ago. I’m ready.” She was wet, her body primed.

He did that crisscrossing thing with his fingers that he’d done earlier, and she whimpered. Actually whimpered.

The sound made his eyes glitter, open and clearly hungry. Nothing veiled and nothing held back. There was no doubt few people in the world had ever seen that look on Clarence Wolfe’s face.

“Now, Wolfe. Please.” Being polite wasn’t exactly begging.

When he removed his fingers, her body felt empty, unfulfilled, until he guided the head of his cock into her.

Finally.

“Yes,” she breathed, digging her fingers into the sleek skin at his waist. “More.”

He rocked against her, sweat dotting his forehead with the strain of going slow. Another inch inside, and he groaned, the tension between them almost too much. “You okay?” he grunted.