Thinking about abandoning her? Let’s see if I can change his mind. She rose to her tiptoes, fisted his hair and bared her teeth. “I need to come,” she told him softly. “Make me come. That isn’t a demand but a desperate request.”

“I will. Yes.” With a snarl, he twirled her around and tore the button off her shorts, the two sides of the zipper gaping open. He shoved his hand into her panties.

She arched her spine, reaching up and back to comb her fingernails through his silken hair. Once, twice, he ground his erection into her backside while tracing his middle finger through her wetness. Teasing her clitoris. Kneading her breast. Teasing, kneading.

His hands were a brand, scorching her body and soul. As ecstasy drowned Nola in increasingly intense waves, his warm breath fanned her neck, mimicking a caress. She felt this incredible man in her cells, her marrow.

He nipped her earlobe, pinched her nipple and whispered, “You respond to me like no one else, as if you are a conduit for my pleasure. I give, and you take, then give right back to me. You give more.”

Beautiful words. Heady. The big, bad beast was putty in the virgin’s hands, the knowledge life-changing. But...“Less talking, more touching.” Beyond conversation, she gripped his wrist and lifted her hips, trying to wedge his middle finger inside her.

His dark chuckle fanned her ears, sending shivers to all her favorite parts. “Does my dove need to be filled?” he asked, circling her clitoris with mounting pressure.

“Yes!” Circling, but never quite touching. Plaintive cries left her. When she turned her head to nip his jaw, he swooped down and kissed her again. Every stroke of his tongue demanded total surrender—surrender she gave.

At last, he pressed his finger against the heart of her need.

“Bane!” Rapture. Bliss.

Satisfaction.

Nola screamed, burning up, inside and out, stars winking behind her lids. “It’s good. So good. Never want it to stop...” Sublime pleasure crashed over her, rousing total euphoria. Her mind went on vacation, and her body soared in the clouds.

“This is only the beginning,” he rasped. As her inner walls clenched, he plunged a thick finger inside her tightness, and her climax sharpened.

Another scream barreled free.

“You are hot enough to scorch, and tight enough to madden me forever.” He thrust in another finger, stretching her, working them in and out, in, out. “I’m going to love fucking you.”

His crude language turned her on, need for him, for this, roaring back to startling life. She mewled.

“Any sickness, dove?” He sounded so calm.

“None. But I might die if you stop.”

“That’s good, because I would rather die than stop.” He slipped those fingers out of her...in...out, then whirled her around to face him.