She lost herself in the rhythm, the slick slide of her mouth over and around the thick column of aching arousal. He was pulling at her hair, oblivious to the pain he caused, and she liked it. Faster, pushing him closer and closer to that razor thin edge of control and wild. Of principled and primitive.

She needed him like that. Shredded control, driven by desire.

He was fucking her mouth now with shallow pumps of his hips, and she let him draw himself closer to the line. Brazenly, she reached down and cupped his balls.

He growled, a rumble that wrenched its way free from his chest. This time, when he pulled her hair, it was to drag her off his cock and up his body. He rolled them across the floor. The metal seams between the wood of the kitchen floor and the rug of the living room bit into Cat’s back and shoulders. But she didn’t care. Not with Noah ranging himself over her. Not with the head of his penis prodding at her begging entrance.

She was lightheaded with want. But somewhere inside, a tiny shred of logic lived. “Condom,” she breathed.

He swore and wrestled with one of the pockets of his pants.

Cat was barely breathing now, but the sound of foil tearing made her open her eyes. She watched him roll it down his thick length. Their gazes met as he fisted his erection, pumping it. His free hand closed over one of her breasts.

Cat used her legs to draw him back into position. “Now, Noah,” she demanded. There was no time for teasing games. Just a desperate drive for release. He lined himself up, pressed gently, and Cat opened for him.

“Jesus, Noah. Now!”

And then he was pushing his way into her body, stretching and sliding until he was fully surrounded by her.

Cat cried out. The shock of the pleasure, of the edge of pain from being so full. Roughly, Noah clapped a hand over her mouth.

This. This is how Cat wanted it. Wild and fast, unthinking. Hand in place, Noah withdrew too slowly. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his dick as he left her body. She hooked her heels around his back and begged him to come back.

He slammed into her, hitting bottom. Cat felt her shoulders bite into the carpet.

“Yes,” she hissed against his hand.

“Open your eyes, Cat,” Noah commanded. No hint of the good-natured man now. Just a beast ready to lose himself in an ancient rhythm.