He felt his leopard surge toward the surface, as angry as he was, the need for dominancy overcoming good sense. The slide of fur shimmered for a moment so close he actually had to fight it back. When he flipped her over, dragging her hips over the edge so her sweet little ass was pushed toward him, he smacked her harder than he intended, her buttocks flushing a deep red immediately.

She tried to stand, gasping in shock, turning her head, but he lifted her hips and drove into her. She screamed, nearly convulsing with the pleasure. He held her pinned there, thrusting hard and fast, pistoning over the small bundle of supersensitive nerve endings, a relentless, brutal pace, forcing her body to accept his. The oil added to the burning and stretching along her sheath, he could tell by the way she moved, as if her delicate muscles were trying to retreat, but she was hungry for it, desperate enough to push back into him with every forward thrust of his body.

He gave in to his temper, to the male’s temper, and with every third deep stroke of his cock he left a handprint on her pretty bottom. Between he soothed her with his palm, although she didn’t deserve it. He wanted her to remember this moment, remember that he wasn’t going to tolerate his woman putting herself in danger for any reason.

In the end, Eli wasn’t certain if his method would work. With each fall of his hand, hot liquid bathed his cock and her mewling cries crescendoed.

Catarina felt perspiration gathering over her body. There wasn’t a cell in her that wasn’t on fire, wasn’t in need. She could barely breathe, even her lungs burning. Eli surrounded her, was in her. He’d opened up some secret part of her she’d kept hidden from the world, a primitive, wild uninhibited woman who reveled in everything he did to her. Who needed more. Wanted more. Wanted him. Like this. Wild and out of control to match the wild and out of control she was.

She didn’t have a clue where he began and she left off. They seemed to be one person instead of two. She felt his pleasure as surely as she felt her own. It burned through her like a firestorm, rushing through her veins, dragging over her nerve endings until her mind burned with such need she thought she might die of pleasure. She felt him with her, moving in her, but more, moving in her mind, as if he’d somehow merged them together into one being.

“I love you so much, Eli,” she whispered, knowing it was true. Knowing whatever had happened between them in the past, he was the man for her.

“Oh, God, baby,” he groaned. “You defeat me every damn time.”