She shattered around him. And maybe something in him shattered with her as she rode out her climax in undulating waves that threatened to force his own release.

He wanted to howl at the moon. To beat his chest. He wanted to hear his fucking name from her lips.

“Say it,” he said, dragging his cock out of her body before driving it back into her quivering flesh. “Say my name, Maggie.”

“Silas!” It was a broken cry, a moan, a prayer.

It was everything he wanted, and he only barely managed to hold himself back. It took every ounce of willpower not to let those seductive squeezes milking his shaft make him come.

“That’s right, darlin’. That’s right,” he said against her ear as he fucked her slowly, thoroughly, wringing every last second of pleasure out of her climax.

Sweat dotted his brow and his shoulders as she went limp beneath him.

It felt so right to be inside her.

“Maggie, baby.” His groan was guttural. They were sweaty. Dirty. Deranged for each other. He felt her tongue dart out to taste his neck.

She was coming back into her body now. Hands slid down his back to grip his ass, nails digging in again. When he rewarded her with a hard thrust, her hips rose to meet him, and he could feel that pulse in her core, begging for him to satisfy the renewed need.

“You don’t have to hold back, Silas,” she breathed. “I won’t break.”

“You might,” he warned her. She had no idea what primitive, selfish cravings she’d unleashed inside him.

“Try me.”

The dare, the effect of her words on him, was instantaneous. She’d given him permission to take as much as he wanted as hard as he wanted. Unrestrained, he became a force of nature. He felt an evolutionary drive to make this woman his own. To give her his very essence.

She clung to him as he worked her body closer and closer to the point of no return. They used teeth and tongues on each other as sweat soaked their skin. He couldn’t stop the chase, couldn’t relish the journey. Because he knew what waited for him at the finish line.

Together, their rough edges created something sharp and beautiful. Something otherworldly and brand-new.

He nuzzled against her ear, whispering the kind of things men didn’t say in the light of day. Every dirty promise, every dark confession, every secret fantasy. And she was there with him. Trembling under him. Whispering his name. Chanting “yes” over and over again. He’d unlocked something in her as well as he slammed into her, finding her deepest point and holding fast for a second.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he gritted out. “You’re gonna come for me again before I let go.”