My hands slid down his back, skimming over his heated skin, sinking into his ass, pulling him more firmly against me as I rocked against him.

But it wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t what I needed.

My hands moved up, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling.

Soren shifted up enough to let me push the material down.

His head lifted, gaze holding mine as he lowered back down, his bare cock gliding against my slick cleft.

A shudder racked his system as a moan escaped me.

“Soren…” I whimpered, hips rocking restlessly.

“Soon,” he promised, lips taking mine again as his body moved against mine, his length teasing up my cleft to rub against my clit.

His weight shifted to one arm enough for his hand to roam over me, like some part of him still couldn’t pass up the chance to touch, to explore, to commit the feel of me to memory.

His lips broke from mine, hissing across my cheek to my ear.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, making my belly flip-flop.

It was all so much.

Too much.

His smoky voice.

His velvet hands.

The warm, swelling sensation in my chest that I had no name for.

So I clung to what was easiest for me.

The need clawing at me, the intolerable emptiness inside me that I needed him to fill.

“Soren, please,” I whimpered, rocking harder against him.

That sexy little rumble escaped him again as he reached past me toward the nightstand, grabbing the packet, then coming back over me, kissing me hard before rolling us.

As I pushed up to straddle him, he made quick work of protecting us before his gaze lifted, looking up at me.

I’d never seen a look like that in a man’s eyes before.

Wonder?

Awe?

It made those strange feelings wash over me again. And with them, came the strangest urge to cry.

So I lifted up, I moved over him, I sucked in a deep breath and slid down, feeling his thick length slip inside me.

We both gasped at the sensation as I took him in, my walls tightening, desperate for the feel of him.

His hands went to my hips as I took him to the base, his eyes at half-mast as he looked up at me.

I was sure there was nothing in the world sexier than a strong, powerful man looking so incredibly desperate.

I started to ride him, glad to be the one leading as those feelings threatened again, letting me pick up the pace, focus on that need for release instead of anything deeper.

Behind me, Soren’s legs rose for me to rest back against, giving me the angle he knew I needed.

My movements got harder, faster, as I got closer and closer.

The orgasm ripped through me almost violently, dragging a strangled moan from deep inside as I pulsed around him over and over.