That got his attention; his eyes opened wide. And then he smiled, a grin of pure male satisfaction. And he obliged. She heard the headboard start slamming against the wall and didn’t give a tin shit. She wriggled for a moment until he let go of her shoulders and then brought her arms around him and her legs up. She started doing a little pumping of her own. Their bellies clapped together, a lustful, urgent beat.

His eyes rolled back. “Ah, Jesus!” His mouth found hers, and he kissed her savagely, biting her mouth, her lips. Then he abruptly pulled back, as if aware he was nearing a line he wasn’t ready to cross with her—absurd, given what they were engaged in. His head dropped, and she could feel his face pressing against the hollow between her neck and shoulder. There was a sharp pain as he bit her.

He’s marking me, she thought. She heard a purring tear as he tore the sheets. He’s making me his own. That thought—so complicated, so strange, and so completely marvelous—spun her into orgasm.

He stiffened over her as she cried out and his grip tightened—painful for a split second—and then he relaxed. “Do that again,” he growled in her ear and then bit her earlobe.

“I can’t,” she gasped, almost groaned. And still he was busy, still he was fucking her with long, fast strokes.

“Yes.”

“I—can’t!” Pump, pump, pump, and her neck stung where he had bitten her. As if sensing her thought, he bent to her and licked the bite and then kissed her mouth.

“I need to feel your sweet little cave tightening around me again,” he said into her mouth. “I must insist.”

“I’m done. Please, I can’t anymore. Please, Alec—” Oh, but her body was betraying her. She was arching her back to better meet his thrusts, and she could feel that now-familiar tightening between her thighs, the feeling that told her she would do it again, thank you very much. “Alec, please stop, please, I can’t. Stop! St—” Then it was singing through her, tearing through her, and this one made the other two seem like mild tickling in comparison. This one was the biggest thing to ever happen to her.

She felt him stiffen above her again, but, oh, Christ, he wasn’t done, he was still thrusting. He seized her knees and pushed them wide, spreading her, making her wider for him. She screamed in pleasure and despair; more of this was sure to kill her. It’d be the best death ever, but it’d still be death.

“More,” he muttered in her ear.

“…can’t.”

“Can. Will.”

She reached down, stroked his ass, felt, groped…and then shoved her finger inside him, right up his ass, as far as she could. At the same time, she clenched around him