Her breath caught in her throat as the wet heat closed around her, his tongue and fingers working together to bring even more delicious heat. She moaned, watching his head of wavy hair as he bent over her, stroking her, teasing her higher and higher. Her toes curled, and she propped one leg on his massive shoulder, feeling his hot skin in the arch of her foot through the fine weave of her stocking.

He growled, the vibration burrowing deep inside her. Working her most sensitive flesh, he spent long moments finding all her hidden pleasures, and her body began to tighten like a bow pulled taut. She lowered flat onto the bed, her fingers digging into the soft quilt.

“Oh God, Cain,” she yelled as the pleasure built higher. He moved across her faster until a wave of heat lifted her up and crashed over her. “Oh God.” Her moan filled the room as her entire body clenched, the waves of ecstasy rolling over and over within her. She was shattering, but she knew Cain would save her.

He slid up her body, wiping a hand over his parted lips before capturing her mouth again. He lifted them both across the bed sideways. Kneeling next to her, he stroked his hands down her legs to roll off first one, and then the other stocking. “Such beauty.” He leaned over her, the size of his form blocking everything else, but Ella needed nothing but Cain. His mouth took hers in another kiss, and she moaned into him as his talented fingers found her again, teasing her sensitive flesh, which still throbbed with her pleasure. She thrust upward against his hand and raked the skin of his shoulders with her nails.

“So much fire,” he murmured at her ear, causing more sensation to shoot through her, a tingling that ran all the way to the arches of her feet. She had never felt so alive with need before. If this was losing her mind to passion, she gladly welcomed it, craved it.

Cain’s knee nudged her legs apart, and she complied willingly, spreading them wide. His muscles were taut, holding his body ready, every part of him toned and powerful. She lifted her mouth to his as she felt him seek her below and raised her knees on either side of his hips.

With a thrust, he rammed deep inside, splitting her maidenhead and burying himself. A lingering groan came from him as the sharp sting snapped her eyes open to fasten onto his rigid expression. His eyes opened to stare into her own. “I am sorry for the pain,” he whispered, the words strained, dampness across his brow.

She shook her head. “A necessary consequence.”

He remained still, buried deep, stretching her, allowing her body to adjust. “It will not always be so,” he said, inhaling long, his jaw clenched.