He circled his hips. Again. And again. He worked his shaft in deeper each time. Sweat poured from him. Frenzied need urged him to thrust in fast, sure and to the hilt. Muscles tensed as he resisted. Oxygen singed his throat with every inhalation.

He kept his gaze on her face, mindful of her reactions. When he hit the evidence of her virginity, she flinched, and he forced himself to still, surely the most difficult thing he’d ever done.

“Pain?” he croaked.

“Yes, but I don’t care.” She breathed the words against his lips, urgent. “Been waiting for you so long...don’t make me wait any longer.”

Waiting...for him... Him and him alone.

The urge to plunge deep nigh overwhelmed him. Do not harm this precious female. Bane drew back his hips, preparing to thrust. He paused, teasing her clitoris forcing her to chase his finger, to rock her hips.

Moans left her in a continuous stream.

She’s ready for me.

Heaving breaths, Bane surged forward, sinking his cock deep, deep inside her.

Nola screamed, coming, squeezing his shaft, nearly wringing his pleasure from him. His mind momentarily blanked, overcome by sublime bliss. Do not come. When he came, this would end. Fight the need!

Again he thought, Never get enough.

Giving her time to adjust to his invasion, he inhaled, exhaled. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. Tell me you’re well.”

“That was amazing.” She wiggled her hips before nodding. “I’m almost ready for more.” Wiggle, wiggle. Loud moan.

“Tell me when you are ready. Then and only then will I move.” Or die. Whichever came first.

After wrapping her legs around him—another new delight—she gave her hips another wiggle, this one less tentative. Louder moan. Urgent. She flattened her hands on his pecs—hot as brands, searing my skin. He growled softly.

“Okay, yes. Move. Move!” she pleaded.

He did, hard. Harder than he’d intended, pulling out, then slamming in. The bed shook, the headboard slapping against the wall. And she must have loved it. Moaning louder and louder, she undulated with more and more vigor. Then she wrapped her arms around him, too, cleaving to him. He quickened his pace, hammering in and out of her. In and out. The entire vehicle shook.

She thrashed atop the bed and scoured his skin with her nails, all the while growing wetter and hotter. In that moment, she was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever needed, and a thousand things he hadn’t known he could have. Pressure, so much pressure. Strain. The urge to possess and be possessed.

Then his communication ring vibrated.

Bane uttered a dark curse. Aveline requests a videoconference now? The bitch must have sensed his pleasure and decided to ruin it. Damn her! He had strict orders to answer her call, as long as he wasn’t engaged in battle. He needed to stop and deal with her.