She was too weak to answer. He pulled out of her, and despite the climax that had left her wrecked a moment ago, she ached for more.

He pulled her up and arranged her on the couch, pillows at her back, legs open. When he ranged himself over her, Cat felt her breath catch. Was there anything in this world more lust-worthy than a naked Noah Yates professing all the ways he was going to take her? Desire, hard and dark, crystallized in his eyes. And when he pressed her thighs further apart and lowered himself between them, she felt the promised ache of soreness.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered.

She obliged, gripping his shoulders and pulling him to her.

“Fuck me, Noah. Hard. I want to feel you come.”

Surprising her with tenderness, Noah leaned down to nuzzle one breast and then the other. His teeth grazed her nipple, and Cat sucked in a breath.

“God you’re built,” he murmured, tongue brushing the sensitive tip. “I could do this all day.” The rough flat of his tongue dragged over her peak.

“No complaints here,” she gasped.

“I’d come too fast if I let you keep riding me,” he confessed. “Just watching your perfect tits puts me on the edge.”

Cat bucked against his hips. “Noah. Please?”

He probed at her core, and Cat relaxed her muscles, open and ready. The pulls from his mouth on her breast were echoing in her core.

“Once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop, baby.” He gave a testing push of his hips. “Once I’m inside you, I’m going to fuck you until I can’t stop coming. Until I fill you with everything I’ve got.”

“Jesus, Noah.” Cat wrapped her legs higher up his hips.

He gave her other nipple a lazy stroke with the flat of his tongue. “Don’t you love the anticipation?” His lips hovered over the bud that strained toward his mouth like a flower reaching for the sun. “It’s like Christmas Eve.”

When his lips closed over her bud, Cat cried out, and he slid into her in one powerful thrust. Her breast popped free from his mouth. And Noah let himself off the leash. It was what she wanted. Noah Yates beyond control. But she’d failed to anticipate being there herself. His hips slammed into her, his cock riding her slickness home. Cat could do nothing but hang on for dear life. The power in him, the rocketing of his thrusts into her core. She was dizzy with need, with desire.

“I’m never going to get enough of you, Cat.” He was panting, breathless, hammering into her with the single-minded ferocity of an animal.

She felt the sparks in her fingertips and toes. Felt the molten glow, volcanic as it began to move through her body. “Noah?”

“Come, Cat. Come on my cock. Milk it for me.”