And now he was inside her, at last. He had drawn himself up on his arms, likely so as not to crush her, but she had to admit she craved the feeling of all that muscled weight lying on top of her. Pushing into her, ravaging her as she searched for her release.

She grabbed his arse, not surprised to find it as hard and muscled as the rest of him. And just above was that glorious tattoo, something unexpected and slightly dangerous. Just like him.

He growled as she squeezed, so of course she squeezed harder. He gazed down at her, then began to shift, pushing in even farther, making her hurt, but in an exquisitely painful way.

She tightened around him, making him groan.

“What do you want, Della?”

He was clearly eager to thrust, she could tell by his breath and how he was holding himself inside her, but still he took the time to ask what she wanted, making her emotions blossom in her chest, even though she was frantic for him to just do whatever he wanted to do to her.

Two contrary thoughts, of course, but that was who she was, wasn’t it? On one hand a woman who had her own opinions about everything, thank you very much, and on the other a woman who wanted to have this specific man exert his mastery over her.

But she hadn’t answered him yet, had she? She ran her hands up his back to cup his neck, drawing his mouth down to hers. She spoke just as their lips were about to touch. “I want you to ravish me until I see stars, Lord Handsome.”

He smiled, a smile filled with anticipation and hunger, and she felt her insides shiver at what that smile promised. And then he began to move, sliding his cock and then pushing back in an inexorable rhythm. His hand went between them, touching her there, and she arched her back, writhing at the nearly overwhelming combination of all the places he was touching her—her mouth, her nub, her pussy.

His thrusts moved her up the bed, and she reached down to grab his arse again, pulling her body into his when he pushed inside.

The friction was incredible, and she could feel the mounting pleasure, coiling around her body as it built to a crescendo.

And then it hit its peak, and she screamed, throwing her head back as the waves of passion rolled through her, her whole body rigid under him. He was still moving, moving faster now, so fierce and furious she was completely helpless under the onslaught.

And then he withdrew, groaning as she felt his body spasm above her, his eyes closed, his expression grimaced. His hand on his beautiful cock, spending onto her stomach.

She had never seen anything so beautiful before.