This time he held her in the air, biceps straining, and he pumped his hips into her from below. The steady slap of warm flesh, the catch of breath, the cries of pleasure and pain. It all filled the room in a music unlike any other.

“God. Yes. This,” Cat demanded, leaning into him. He closed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked hard. She saw stars.

“Christ, I need more,” he rasped, he rose, plucking her off his dick. He slid free, and Cat stared at the evidence of her own arousal coating his wrapped cock. He pushed her, draping her facedown over the hefty ottoman. “Tell me if this isn’t okay,” he warned her as he settled between her spread legs. She accepted his weight against her and wriggled her ass. She was open, needy, more than a little desperate.

“So very okay.”

He slapped at her ass, the flat of his palm connecting with the round of her curves. She yelped, and he groaned deep and guttural.

“Fuck.” He drew the word out as he pushed his way into her. Cat felt the sharp ache as he hit bottom. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head, not trusting her voice. She didn’t need soft, tender words. She needed his body bruising and using hers. He shifted against her, pushing off from the floor and powering into her. Again and again, biology urging him on. Cat felt every inch of him as he drove into her and dragged himself out. She’d wanted to dominate him tonight, yet once again she found herself giving over to the moment, the craving to be taken.

This wasn’t her thing. She shouldn’t be feeling the edge of release already teasing her spine. Shouldn’t be shuddering as an orgasm built so quickly she feared she wouldn’t survive it. Noah shifted just a bit and pressed her thighs apart, opening her lips to bare her clit against the ottoman’s hideous plaid upholstery.

His next thrust dragged her clitoris and nipples against the material, and Cat cried out. The friction of the fabric, the depth of his thrusts, those short grunts of pleasure that worked themselves out of his throat. It all worked together in a symphony that carried her to a crescendo. It slammed into her, through her, molten like lava, fast like electricity. And Noah never slowed. He fucked her fast and rough through the shudders of pleasure that erupted in wave after wave.

“Noah!” She shouted his name as he owned her body.

His thrusts slowed, and he went stock still in her, every muscle, every cell tensed against her. The guttural, primitive noise came from his chest as Cat felt his cock pulse inside her. He fought it. The release that was inevitable.

“I need to see you, Cat. I want to see you, taste you, when I come.”