Combing her fingers through his hair, she knotted them in the strands, tugged until he lifted his head to meet her gaze. “I want you inside me, part of me, when I come undone.”

With a low growl, he raised himself up and rolled off her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened a drawer in the small table beside the bed, pulled something out, and used it to cover his cock.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting on a sheath.” He came back to her and nuzzled her neck. “It’ll stop my seed from spilling into you without my having to leave you first.”

She tried to make sense of his words, but he began doing deliciously wicked things with his fingers, stroking her cleft as his thumb pressed against her swollen nubbin while circling it. Once more the sensations took precedence, claimed her full attention, had her writhing with need.

He shifted until he was once again resting between her thighs. Taking hold of himself, he rubbed against her with the head of his penis, over and over, and she was frantically aware of how wet she’d become. Stilling at her opening, he claimed her mouth and slowly eased his way into her, stretching her, filling her, before plunging deep.

A shudder of pleasure swept through her. “Oh God.”

She dug her fingers into his backside, holding him as she absorbed the wonder of it all. She was not a virgin, and yet what she felt at that moment was nearly foreign to her. Apparently not all mating was the same. Or perhaps it was because he had caused her to want him so desperately. He made her nerve endings sing, her skin more sensitive to the touch. He’d prepared her as she’d never before been prepared.

He had not taken her because of duty. And he made her forget that it was duty that had driven her to him.

As he began to move against her, leaving her only to quickly thrust back into her, she focused on him, on them, seeking only the pleasure he could provide. She skimmed her hands along his back, taking note of the way his muscles bunched and flexed with his movements. When he rose above her, captured her gaze, and undulated his hips with more force, more speed, more urgency, she fell into the smoldering darkness of his eyes, held on to him with arms, hands, thighs, and allowed ecstasy to conquer, to reign.

When she fell apart in his arms, she welcomed the bliss, knowing he had the power to put her back together.

When he threw back his head, his jaw clenched, as passion overcame him, she held him tightly, absorbing the spasms that rocked him.

And nearly wept for the joy of the joining.

Chapter 13

“Open your mouth.”