“I will do anything you command,” he breathed into her ear, “but you will do anything I ask. Won’t you, dove?”

“Let’s find out.” She arched her back and threaded her fingers in his hair. “Ask me for something. Anything.”

“Not this time. Tonight, I give you whatever you desire.” He thrust his fingers in and out, in and out. “So hot. So tight. So wet.”

Panting, she glanced at him over her shoulder, her bottom lip pouting. “What I desire is your fantasy.”

“You are my fantasy.” Earlobe—nipped. Mouth—licked and sucked. “Do you have a fantasy you’d like me to fulfill?” To punctuate his words, he scissored the fingers inside her.

Her head fell back, and she moaned. “So good!” But she whirled around, radiant, and rested her palms on his pecs. With a gentle push, she urged him to walk backward.

His knees hit the bench, and he sat. The wicked gleam in her starry eyes set his cells on fire.

“If you won’t tell me your fantasy,” she said, peering at his length, “I guess I’ll have to enact mine.” She licked her lips.

Breathe. Her fantasy...did she long to suck him, as he’d always craved? Manage your hopes. She desires something else. Surely!

Wicked intent gleamed in her eyes as she knelt between his legs and pressed his knees apart.

She did. She intended to do it. Her fantasy is mine.

Bane reeled. Tenderness swept through him, eroding whatever shields he’d managed to build around his heart. A heart now exposed to the world.

Protective instincts told him to stand, to run, to portal away and never return. If he continued on this path, he would experience gut-wrenching anguish, turning his past into a vacation and his future into misery. But...

Fear would not decide for him.

He couldn’t live without this woman. He wouldn’t.

Bane wasn’t halfway in love with her. He was totally, completely, madly, passionately, fully in love. He wanted everything.

And he would not stop until he had it.

NOLA HOVERED ON at the brink of madness. Once again, something had changed for Bane. Since his arrival, he’d peered at her with awe, touched her as if she were a priceless treasure and whispered the sweetest somethings in her ears.

The thought of sucking on his shaft, of drinking him down, excited her to the extreme. An action she’d sometimes wondered about in the dark of night. “I’ve never done this,” she said, her body fixed between his strong, strapping thighs. “If I mess up...deal. I’ll get better with practice.”

His eyes crinkled at the edges. Fighting a grin? “I’ve never had this,” he admitted. “But I want it from you.”

Not even Meredith had gotten to enjoy this experience with him? A sense of possessiveness unfurled, winding through every inch of her. “You’ve waited long enough, baby. And so have I.”