Drogo purred his approval, ready to be inside her again. Not yet, not yet. He dragged her up his torso, so that her drenched core hovered over his mouth.

“Let’s get you ready. Scream for me, love,” he instructed...just before he thrust his tongue into her sweet feminine sheath, drinking down her sweet honey.

She did scream. “Bane!” Clutching the headboard, she brazenly rode his face, head thrown back, chest bowed, the long length of her jet-black hair tickling his navel. Their scents mingled, creating an intoxicating musk, wrapping his head in a sensual fog.

This woman... She drove him wild, kept him on edge, tormented and delighted him with equal measure. Yet, he felt as if he’d finally found a home. His priorities and goals had changed. A future with Nola mattered more than his vengeance.

He licked and sucked until she babbled incoherently. Another scream burst from her as he brought her to a swift climax. Her taste sweetened, and his control shattered. Beyond repair.

Tremors plagued her as she fought to catch her breath. “That...that was...incredible.”

“That was only the beginning.” He slid her down, down until she straddled his waist once again. Mindless bursts of pleasure battered him. “Take me inside. Need you. Need you now.”

“Yes.” Shifting her weight to her knees, she rose up.

He angled the tip of his erection at her soaked entrance. Contact. As she slid down, he thrust up, entering her in one mighty heave, filling her up.

Nola, lost in the throes, released another scream and climaxed once again.

Bane hissed air between his teeth, sweat trickling down his face. The pleasure...too much but not enough. Why had he ever resisted this position with her?

He had easy access to all his favorite parts. He could even reach around to grip her ass...or strum her clitoris until she bellowed his name. He could watch her beautiful face as pleasure besieged her. With his supernatural senses, he could gauge the pulse at the base of her neck; when he did something she liked, it quickened.

Didn’t take him long to learn she liked fast, hard and rough. His preference, also. She liked when he sucked on her skin or squeezed a little too tightly, leaving a mark. A claiming mark. He liked knowing she would feel him later, every time she moved, and remember everything he’d done to her.

Nola whipped her hips, and his thoughts dulled. The pleasure...

“I’m going to come so hard, baby. I’m so close...” Nola licked her way into his mouth, and he opened up, unable to resist. Never wanting to. When she whipped her hips again, her puckered nipples rubbed his own, and he grunted. “I waited for you today. Don’t make me wait any longer. Please, Bane.”

Baby. How he loved the endearment, a type of claim. “No more waiting. Come hard for your man.”