“Yeah, baby, you like that too, don’t you?” he whispered. He kept his attention exactly where it needed to be, right over her wonderful little sweet spot, so greedy, so in need. He kept a crazy leisurely pace, feeling the power in his body, the gathering, his balls tightening. Fingers of desire, of need, danced up and down his thighs.

He felt a force gathering in her body as she surrounded him. Her thighs tensed, her breath, her arms locking him closer even as her delicate inner muscles locked down on his cock. He pulled back and slammed hard. Once. Twice. Three times.

Catarina screamed as she came, the orgasm tearing through her, taking him with her so they both went flying. He kept driving, once, twice, another time, and then it was impossible as her body flung his somewhere into subspace and he just floated there in heaven for a while.

Eli collapsed over her, holding her tight to him. She felt so small, so fragile, and yet her body could take his. He was a big man and even at his most gentle, he knew he hadn’t been quite the way other men would be with her. His heart pounded into hers. He felt her frantic pulse around his shaft and his own heartbeat throb in his cock.

“I’m too heavy for you, baby. Probably crushing you. But I can’t move.” He didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay locked with her just like he was.

She held him just as tightly, her legs and arms still wrapping him up as if he was a treasured gift. He buried his face against her shoulder and neck, turning his mouth so he could sip at the taste of her skin.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, meaning it, barely able to say the words aloud because deep inside he had fallen apart. He needed a few minutes to pull himself back together. He hadn’t expected his feelings for her to be so intense, so overwhelming. To eat him from the inside out.

“No one’s ever complimented me before,” she whispered back. “I don’t want you to just say it.”

His heart turned over. He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes searching hers. He was leopard. He heard the ring of truth, but still, was Rafe Cordeau really such an idiot? How could he look at this woman, have her in his home, and not tell her she was beautiful?

“Baby.” It was a reprimand. “Leopards don’t lie to their mates. You’ll know if I do. You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”