It wasn’t only that he couldn’t get enough of making love to his wife, it was that the more he made love to her, the more he buried himself deep inside her, the more he laid claim to her, the more she became his, the more they became one, then no one—not the heavens themselves—could separate them.

Snow’s stomach spoke up before she could, grumbling loudly.

Tarass laughed, though disappointment jabbed at him. “It seems there is another part of you that needs feeding first.”

“Food can wait. I want you,” Snow said, running her hand down along his plaid to hastily slip beneath it and take hold of his engorged manhood to gently squeeze and stroke.

“Snow,” he said in a taut warning, knowing he needed to stop her but not wanting to. Her small hand felt so good teasing him with playful tugs and enflaming him even more with her innocent touch, though there was no innocence in her touch.

“I never dreamed I would love the feel of your manhood, but I can’t seem to get enough of it,” she said in a breathy whisper.

“It’s all yours to touch any time you want,” he said, thinking it might not have been wise to tell her that since his wife’s touch brought him much too close to climax, much too fast.

Her stomach betrayed her and rumbled again.

Tarass snarled beneath his breath, though he was sure his wife heard it. “You need to eat first.”

“You were quick once last night in the middle of the night. Can’t we do that now and then take our time later?” she asked eagerly.

“You are a dream come true wife,” he said and hoisted her off her feet to carry her to the bed and drop her down on it.

She was quick to spread her legs and hoist her garments as was he to push his plaid aside and fall between her legs to enter her easily, being she was so wet and ready for him.

He tried to restrain himself, hold back his climax, after only a few strong thrusts. Damn, but his wife could make him lose control, something he’d never done. Never had he barely entered a woman and climaxed, but his wife’s playful manner, whether teasing words or touches, enflamed his passion to the point of no control. And he was there now so close, so ready, so eager to burst with pleasure. But was his wife?

“Snow,” he all but growled, fighting to keep control as he felt her clench him tight when he plunged into her again and again and again. He threw back his head and moaned in sweet agony.