“Nope.” Not until he accepted one. “In fact, I think we should talk about why you—”

His mouth crushed down on hers. Finally. He went deep, his body on hers, his strength all around her. The kiss was raw and heated, filled with anger and loneliness and lust.

Desire plowed through her, shoving out every other emotion. All fear, all anger, all uncertainty disappeared with the force of his mouth on hers. His tongue swept inside her mouth, taking what he wanted. She kissed him back, her hands trapped above her head, adding to the need raging through her.

He released her mouth and then kissed along her jawline, nipping her ear and going lower, suckling her collarbone with his impossibly hot mouth. “How badly are you hurt?”

She ached like crazy. Fighting against the hold on her wrists, she gasped when she couldn’t free herself. Warmth flushed through her, pounding down her torso to land between her legs. “I’m not hurt. Bruised, but not broken. Like you.” She gasped, widening her legs.

He pressed his erection against her. Electrical sparks flew from her clit through her body, peaking her nipples and seizing her lungs. It wasn’t enough. Not early enough. He nipped his way up her neck and finally released her hands to cup her face, leaning back and kissing her again, even deeper than before.

She dug her fingers through his thick hair, holding on and kissing him back. More. She needed so much more.

He leaned back. “You’re sure?”

“God, yes.” She rubbed against him, needing relief. “Definitely yes.” She ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it toward the sofa, careful of the burn marks on his torso.

He rolled them over, landing her on top of him.

She scrambled up, and he grasped her shirt, holding while she shrugged out of it. Laughing, panting, they disrobed, rolling toward the kitchen. Their mutual frenzy ratcheted up her need even more. When his talented fingers found her core, she groaned, arching against his broad hand.

He rolled again, putting her beneath him. Slowly, he penetrated her.

She gasped at his size, digging her nails into his arms.

He paused. “I’m clean.”

“Me too, and on the pill.” She gasped, trusting him. Besides, as the shrink for the team, she’d seen his medical records. All of them.

His smile was feral with the oddest hint of sweet. “Good.” He shoved all the way inside her with one powerful push.

She blinked, her lungs expelling oxygen, her body on fire. For him. Only for him.

* * *

Angus grew still, hunger slashing through him with a power he’d never felt before. He kept his weight off Nari with one elbow and forced himself to let her body become accustomed to him. Her internal walls pulsed around him, hotter than any furnace. He groaned, pressing his forehead to hers, fighting himself. Fighting every instinct he had to move hard and fast—to claim her.