He closed his eyes for a moment. “Damn it, baby, you’re fucking killing me here, saying things like that to me.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing in to feel her silken fist grasp him and try to pull him deeper into her hot depths. The vise took his breath, but still, he couldn’t resist licking the honey from his fingers. Her taste was so addictive, already he missed it.

He didn’t power through her tight folds, but slipped in one increment at a time, one slow inch, taking a breath each time, feeling her body fight the invasion, but slowly give way, just as the woman had done. She gave way inch by inch. Letting him take her. Letting him have her.

She gasped, her eyes wide with shock at how stretched she felt. At the stinging and burning as his thick, long cock relentlessly but slowly, sank into her. He groaned, a fine sheen of sweat covering him. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He wasn’t altogether certain he could survive long enough to bury himself all the way inside of her.

He’d never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of Catarina pinned beneath him, impaled by his cock, stretching her, taking her for his own. Her breasts swayed with the short little rocking rhythm he’d set to take him into her. His cock was in heaven or hell, he couldn’t decide which. The pleasure was so intense it was close to pain, her body so scorching hot surrounding his with so much silk it breathed over him as it strangled him.

He laid one hand right below her belly button, fingers splayed wide. “Don’t fucking move, baby. I want this to last more than five seconds and right now, for the first time since I was thirteen, I don’t know if that’s possible.”

“Eli.” Her voice pleaded with him. “I don’t think I can stay still. I really don’t.” Her breath came in ragged gasps and her hips tried to buck, to force him all the way inside. “I want to do what you ask, but . . .”

“But you will, won’t you, Kitten? For me. Because I ask you to. Because you want to please me. You’ll stay still for me.” His voice had gone low, velvet and steel.

Her gaze searched his and he saw the exact moment when she forced air through her lungs in an effort to do as he asked. Her breasts lifted and fell. Her body stilled around his so he could only feel her hot, wet channel clamped so hard around him.