His vision blurred to black at the pure blast of electric pleasure numbing his entire body. When his breath finally exploded out of his chest and his vision cleared, he was staring down at his mate’s flushed face. Her long hair was splayed over the pillow, and a grin spread across her lips despite the low snarl rumbling through his chest and the tight grip he had on her shoulders as he pinned her to the mattress.

Unconcerned with the sudden shift in position, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Liked that, huh?”

How the hell was she so calm? He could both smell and see the unmistakable signs of her arousal, but even as his heavy cock rested on her stomach, more than ready to penetrate her to the core, she showed no fear of what would happen in a few short moments, nor any desperation to hurry it along.

His confused pause let her pull his head down, and then her lips met his.

Kain released her shoulders as they kissed, letting his fingers smooth down over her breasts and the gentle curve of her stomach until he felt the short hair marking the edge of her sex. When he brushed over her clit, she gasped into his mouth, digging her nails into his nape.

He needed her more than air, ached to feel her velvet heat spread open for his unrelenting girth and make her spasm and clench until she surrendered her very life essence to him in a full, deep climax.

Thankfully, she was willing. Her soft curves molded to his touch, her legs parting wide so he could prepare her, and she didn’t tell him to hold back. Finally the sweet torture was over.

When he dipped his fingers lower, they came back soaking wet, and he growled appreciatively. She was ready to join with him. As much as he’d enjoyed pleasuring her the morning after the auction, he didn’t have the restraint to repeat it. One taste of her sweet slickness right now and he’d risk losing control again, this time doing much worse than simply flipping his woman over in the process.

Beneath him, Selma pulled her head back from the kiss to look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to feel your skin against mine when we make love.”

Make love. There was that phrase again.

Kain pulled back from her to do as she asked, ripping the T-shirt over his head and pushing the boxers off his legs without getting out of bed. He didn’t know how to make love, only how to fuck, but if it was what she wanted, he would do everything in his power to give it to her.