If he even hinted at words like that, she’d probably break his nose.

But it was true. Beyond the moment, past the anger always consuming him, existed a simple truth: He wanted to make this woman his. He abandoned the impossible thought immediately and concentrated on right here and right now. He leaned up, meeting her gaze.

In the midnight hour her eyes glowed a luminous brown, startling with clarity. From the first time she’d met his gaze directly, he’d been struck by the color of her eyes. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, brushing her hair away from her face.

Her chin lifted. “They’re brown. Dark brown.”

Not even close. “They’re sunlight shining through the edges of molten copper,” he murmured, kissing her again, feeling her surprise in the curve of her sweet lips. Her intelligence matched her strength, but it was the kindness in her eyes that glowed and drew people to her.

She sank her nails into his ass and he forgot all about her eyes.

His hands roamed over her silky skin and his lips moved down her jaw to her pert breasts. Her nipples were taupe-colored. He kissed and nuzzled her, nipping one and then the other. Her gasps of pleasure penetrated his brain and he started moving, trying to be gentle.

“More,” she said, arching into him, her ankles once again clasping at his back and spurring him on with surprising strength. Then she bit his shoulder, right by his neck, and he was lost.

His control snapped and he captured her hips, partially lifting her off the carpet. Hard and fast, he powered into her, letting his body finally take control. She met each thrust, her small breasts bouncing above a bruise across her rib cage. Even seeing that, he couldn’t stop.

Didn’t want to.

She threw back her head, elongating her slender neck. He dropped his head, increasing the strength of his thrusts and scraping his teeth along her jugular, careful not to really scratch her.

She moaned his name, running her hands across his chest and up over his shoulders, clutching him closer.

He thrust into her. “Say it again,” he ordered, tightening his grip on her.

She opened her eyes, and her pupils were dilated. “Angus,” she whispered, the sound pained.

Yeah. He angled his next thrust, making sure to impact her clit.

Her eyes widened and then she arched completely off the carpet, crying out and shutting her eyes. The orgasm visibly swept through her body from her neck down to her core, and then she gripped him so tightly his ears rang. He groaned, barely freeing himself before plunging back into heaven.

She shook with her release, pushing him into his own. He hammered hard several times and then ground against her, shuddering with a release so strong he could barely breathe.