“Bane,” she repeated. What she wished to say, she didn’t know how to articulate. She’d never wanted, needed, desire, craved anyone or anything the way she wanted, needed, desired, craved Bane. “Please.”

His shaft hardened right before her eyes. Stroking himself, he said, “You require your man.”

She nodded, yes, yes, and he slipped his hands under her arms, forcing her to stand. He lowered his grip to her hips and spun her, then stood and placed her palms against the tiles.

“You will have me. All of me,” he said, and kicked her legs apart. “Do not move from this position.”

Cool air kissed her most intimate place, tremors rocking her sensitized body. “Wh-what will you do?”

“Anything I wish.” He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples and traced his hands down her sides before teasing her clitoris. “You’ve never been so wet. You loved sucking me off, didn’t you?”

“I did.” Why play coy? “I’m ready for more.”

Bane settled his shaft at her opening. “You are the forge, and I am the sword. I make you stronger, you make me better. Together, we can accomplish anything.”

Everything inside her softened for this man. “Oh, Bane.”

He placed a tender kiss at the corner of her eye, on her cheek. Then...

He plunged inside of her.

The combination of his tender and ferocious ministrations shoved her over the edge. Another climax hit so fast and hard, she could only throw back her head and scream.

Pleasure. Bliss. Rapture. He filled her up, stretching her. He owned her...just as she owned him?

But the jerk ceased moving. Why had he ceased moving? “Bane! I’m not done. Want more!”

“I’ll never be done.” He pulled out, almost all the way, and she whimpered. Then he stirred his hips and plunged once again. And again. And again. Yes! Yes! Harder. Faster. He was merciless, ruthless—perfect. She arched her back, meeting his every inward thrust. “As your climax rages, your inner walls squeeze my cock. You are killing me with pleasure...”

“Please!”

He rammed into her with bruising force, and she loved it, needed it. Ram, ram. Harder, faster. Faster still. Skin slapped together. She moaned and groaned and panted every labored breath, her heart thundering, desire like lightning. She knew his heart thundered, too, their reactions synced.

One man, one woman, two halves of a whole. A fanciful thought, yes, but also reality. This...he...made life worth living.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and angled her head to bare neck. Dipping down, he bit the cord of her neck, sending shock waves coursing through her—

“Bane!” Another explosive climax ripped through her, her body singing.

With a final, rampaging thrust, he followed her over the edge, roaring, coming in hot lashes.