Breathtaking male. A bead of sweat ran down his temples, lines of strain tightening the skin around his eyes. She slid her palms up the muscular ridges on his abdomen, delighting when his nostrils flared. His breaths were shallow and ragged, as if he had to push the air through some kind of obstacle course. His irises were molten gold, with flames crackling throughout.

“I will...” He ripped off her shorts and panties, then removed and dropped the links that were wrapped around his biceps. He clasped her waist. “Addict your body to mine.”

“Consider it mission accomplished.”

“Yes, but let’s be doubly sure.” He tossed her on the bed. As she bounced up and down, he kicked off his boots, unfastened his pants and shoved the garment to the floor. Metal clinked. No telling how many weapons he had hidden.

Released from confinement, his shaft bobbed, a massive rod with a damp slit. He gripped the base and stroked once, twice, the rhythmic motion hypnotizing her.

When she purred, giddy, he clasped her ankles and jerked, sliding her to the edge of the bed. For a long, silent moment, he peered at the heart of her desire. He licked his lips. “The things I want to do to you. The things I want you to do to me. And we will do it. All of it. Even the things forbidden in Adwaeweth.”

“Yes,” she croaked. “I want to do everything with you. With us, nothing is forbidden.”

He blinked with astonishment, before a look of breathtaking wonder descended over his features. His chest puffed with pride—in her! “You undo me, dove.”

I think I kind of...do.

He dropped to his knees and hissed in a breath. “Luscious. Pretty.”

The ravenous gleam in his eyes... A promise of wicked delights.

Suddenly, Nola felt like Little Red Riding Hood, with a big, bad wolf between her legs.

WITH TREMBLING HANDS, Bane pushed Nola’s knees farther apart. Farther still. The new center of my world.

Guilt surfaced. If he did this, if he took Nola, Meredith would no longer be the last woman he’d bedded. Yet...

I cannot walk away.

Her mouthwatering honeysuckle and jasmine scent obliterated any lingering doubts. The pain in his shoulder—what pain? His desire for Nola eclipsed everything else. He wanted this woman more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything. Even the beast wanted her. Sexually, at least. Bane suspected she’d...beguiled the fiend.

He’d never felt so connected to Drogo, as if they were one being rather than two, drawing from each other equally, creating balance. A development he didn’t understand, but wouldn’t question. Not yet. Satisfaction beckoned. Pressure built.

The body she possessed...willowy and soft. Intoxicating. Made for this. Made for me. Her vulnerability made his shaft throb harder. Everything about her made his shaft throb harder.