True to his word, Roark crashed his mouth back to mine, rough, needy, desperate. The Sentry was intent to worship my mouth, his hands laid claim to my body, and the hard length of his cock rubbed against my slit.

Gods, I wanted him to devour me.

I slid my hand down his stomach and wrapped my palm around his length, hard and warm.

My thumb ran along the pulsing vein on the underside. Roark’s brow furrowed with pleasure. He dropped his head to my shoulder, kissing the curve of my neck as I touched him. Free of the title of Sentry, of rescued Draven, of Death Bringer. In this moment, he could be worshiped as a man, as a lover.

His hands trembled when he took hold of my wrist with one and spoke with the other. I will come in your hand.

“Then let go, Roark,” I said in a breath.

He shook his head and pulled my hand away, a new beautifully dark grin on his lips. Inside you.

Gods. I did not hear his voice, but he still managed to speak the most sensual, commanding words I had ever known. He gave me no time to prepare before the tip of his cock eased into my core.

He held me close through the snap of pain, one palm curling around my head when I arched up. My fingers dug into his skin, deep enough they’d leave marks. Roark didn’t move for a breath, then gently eased my knees farther open, until he was inside me from tip to hilt.

We moaned in unison, both in pleasure and with a sting of pain. For a long pause we stayed there, filling each other to the brink, then slowly he rocked his hips. The more he moved, the more the sting shifted to something else.

My body responded and matched his pace. He deepened his movements, rendering me breathless. Roark’s mouth went to my throat. He laced one hand with mine, the other slid between us, finding that pulsing spot between my thighs with his thumb.

I moaned his name, unable to form a coherent thought.

My body tightened. A roll of blood and heat began in my toes and flowed upward until it filled my head with a delicious fog. I cried out as my release flooded my veins. It didn’t stop.

“Roark…” All I could do was dig at his back, try to find purchase as my body burned for more of him.

He rolled his hips and hooked one of my legs around his waist, deepening his angle. In another breath, Roark stilled over me. His breaths were rapid and warm against my neck. His cock twitched and the heat of his release spilled into me, pulse after pulse.