He slid out and then powered back inside her, watching her expression carefully. When she didn’t flinch or gasp or do anything but glide her hands up his chest, he did it again, this time with a little more force.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He powered into her, no longer going slow, and all she could do was hold on. Faster and harder, longer and deeper, he took her, his gaze an intense promise she couldn’t decipher. Energy uncoiled inside her, deeper than before, and her legs started to shake with an intensity that ran down to her feet.

She fought the orgasm, wanting to prolong this time as long as possible.

His jaw hardened and he tilted his hips just enough to pummel her clit. She exploded with a rough cry she couldn’t stop.

His mouth took hers, stifling her cries, kissing her deep enough she could only moan as she shut her eyes and let pleasure surge through her, taking her into a moment of raw feeling with no thought. Ecstasy ravaged her, leaving her gasping for breath even as her body relaxed into a marshmallow.

But he wasn’t done.

“Fuck,” he murmured, holding her tighter.

She held on to him, taking all of him, wonder filling her. His body tightened even more, the cords in his neck straining. He hammered faster and then held her against him, shuddering with his own release. He groaned, dropping his head to the safety of her neck again, his breath harsh against her skin.

One more grunt, and he paused, not moving.

She could feel his heartbeat slamming against hers. “Wolfe.” Hot, heated, slick skin filled her palms as she caressed up his flanks to his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles on the way.

He lifted his head, his eyes soft. “Are you all right?”

She laughed, feeling free. “I’m better than all right. How about you?” He was still inside her, lightly throbbing, his weight held off her by his elbow.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said softly, brushing the hair away from her face in a gentle touch that nearly brought tears to her eyes. “There’s water in the fridge if you want some.”

Her chuckle emerged naturally. “I’m not thirsty.” Yet.

“You will be.” The promise in his eyes stole what little breath she had left. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

Her body woke right up again. “Is it?”

“Yep. Now, about that spanking you mentioned . . .”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight