Warm, wet heat surrounded him. Wiped every shred of reality save the feel of her from existence. The tip of her tongue teasing the ridge beneath his cockhead. The slick glide of her lips around his shaft. The subtle vibration as she took him deep and moaned with pleasure.

He was lost.

Enraptured by the stretch of her lips around his girth and the candy pink of her tongue against his straining flesh. By the sheer devotion and concentration of each and every move. It wasn’t a task for her. Not an obligatory function meant to reach an end goal, but a pleasure in the giving.

Release threatened all at once, the lower muscles in his belly fisting hard and his balls drawing tight. He cupped the side of her head. Marveled at the silky brush of her hair sweeping against his knuckles. Keeping his legs from shaking took everything in him. Fighting the growl in his voice impossible. “Cassie.”

The little minx ignored him. Just bobbed her head again and again in a languid and sensual glide. He tightened his hold, his fingertips digging into her scalp. “Enough.”

Her eyelids slowly opened, the blue-gray color behind them darkened to that of an incoming storm, and the silent rebuttal they offered unmistakable.

Not. Even. Close.

The beast snapped its leash.

He knifed upward, hooked his hands under her arms and yanked her toward him, spinning at the last moment so she landed on her back. A quick grip of her hips and he flipped her to her belly, jerked her to her knees—and then he was home.

Buried to the hilt in her tight, wet sheath with the sound of her pleasured cry floating in the air around him.

In the dimmest corners of his mind, caution raised its head. Flagged his impulse and gave him pause at their lack of protection.

Cassie’s breath caught and she twisted to meet his gaze, the same comprehension flaring behind her wide eyes. “Kir... I’m not...this is risky.”

“And I still want it.” He rolled his hips. Reveled in the moan it drew past her lips. “Do not take this heaven from me.”

Her hands fisted in the comforter and her lips trembled.

He braced, warring with the need to pump his shaft inside her. To show her how exquisitely they fit even as logic warned him of her likely denial.

But then her eyes slipped closed. Straightened and lifted her hips higher. Welcomed him deeper inside her. Undulated against him and matched each thrust eagerly. Head turned to one side against the mattress, her profile was pure rapture—lips parted on a drawn-out sigh and the peace of sweet surrender.

His fingers at her hips tightened, some dim place in his consciousness warning not to bruise her pale skin even as the beast growled his approval. Wanted the mark to remind her who’d given her pleasure. Who’d staked his claim and the fierceness with which he’d defend it.

He leaned into her, sliding his hands up her sides and under her torso to her breasts. “This is what you wanted isn’t it, malyshka?” He licked and nipped the tender space behind one ear and teased her nipples. “To make me lose control and give you what you wanted.”