“I dislike that you aren’t on that bed, accepting my cock as I feed you every throbbing inch.”

Heat. More shivers. The most wonderful aches. She experienced all of that and more.

Sex with Bane, the male she craved more than water to drink. There were complications, and there would be consequences. Right now, she didn’t care, her need too great.

“Yes,” she whispered. She’d waited a lifetime for this moment, this man, and nothing would stop her from enjoying it.

“Argument over then,” he snarled, desire frothing in his eyes. “Now we kiss and make up.” With one hand on her nape and one on her waist, Bane yanked her against the hard line of his body and pressed his mouth against hers.

Argument? Her thoughts dulled, and she melted against him, opening her mouth eagerly, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a suck and a nip. He tasted like rain and arousal, and she couldn’t get enough, a terrible, wonderful madness consuming her.

His tantalizing groan lit a fire deep in her belly, a fever swiftly spreading. How many nights had she lain in bed, enveloped by darkness, starved for a man’s touch?

Bane soothed her hunger...and made it worse.

With a tug on her hair, he deepened the kiss. Harder, faster, every unfulfilled longing she’d ever harbored surging through her at once, demanding satisfaction now, now, now. Her heart pounded, and her breasts readied for him, tips distending. Between her legs, she ached worse.

He lifted his head and pressed his forehead to hers. Panting, he said, “I want to see you.”

The fire in his eyes...she grew drunk just looking at him. Voice like silk, she replied, “And I want to show myself to you.”

Needing no more encouragement, he yanked her shirt overhead and tossed it aside. His pupils flared as her hair tumbled into place. Then he turned his intensity to her bra, giving it the same treatment as the shirt. Snatch. Drop.

Cool air brushed her heating flesh, drawing more goose bumps to the surface. When her nipples puckered, he gritted out a curse.

The fire intensified. Feminine power wafted through her, leaving her drunker. She rolled back her shoulders to lift her breasts.

He unleashed another growl. “Perfect little beauties.” Reverent, he cupped and kneaded them, ghosting his thumbs over their peaks.

“Bane!”

When he set back into their kiss, a frenzy overtook them both. Maybe because her bare breasts pressed against his chest, heated skin rubbing against heated skin. Every breath drew her nipples up, then down, then back up, sparking the most amazing friction. Ecstasy and agony bombarded her, and she couldn’t form a complete thought, only fragments.

Want. Need. More. Please. Yes, yes, yes. “Bane!”

He wrenched his mouth from hers, dragging a ragged moan out of her. He was panting, anguish cooling the fire in his eyes. “Shouldn’t be this good. With anyone. Ever.”