Tonight she would feel that cock and not just in her hand. Her womanhood pulsed, aching with emptiness, craving to be filled.

He reached for her, his hands seizing her waist. He tossed her farther back on the bed and then came down over her, spreading her thighs wide to fit his body.

He braced each of his arms on either side of her as his face hovered over hers, tension rippling along his jaw.

His hips settled into the cradle of her body, his cock prodding at the core of her.

“Constantine,” she begged at a whisper.

With a growl, he released himself. Pushed inside her with one slick thrust, filling her, stretching her deliciously.

“Ohh,” she gasped at the unfamiliar burning sensation. “Wait a moment.”

He stilled, obliging, but the pause cost him. She could see that, feel that in the strained look on his face, in the tightness lining his body.

She wiggled under him with a strangled sob, her fingers digging into his taut shoulders as if needing sudden leverage. “Oh, you feel so big inside me.”

“You’re made for me,” he countered, his lips husking against her throat, biting down on her tender skin, sending a fresh rush of moisture between her legs.

“You feel that? You’re ready for me.”

Her hands slid down his back, finding and gripping his buttocks.

She felt her inner muscles flex and that astonished her. She could control that.

She clenched, deliberately tightening, reveling in his deep groan.

“Oh, you’re milking my cock, Nora, please, tell me I can—”

She worked her hips, tilting her pelvis under him, taking him deeper with a small cry, desperate for pressure on the growing ache.

Her fingers dug into the tight swells of buttocks, urging him to—

With a growl of defeat, he pulled out and thrust then, driving into her. The friction sent sparks through her and she lifted her hips for him, greedy for more.

“You brilliant lass. You feel amazing.”

Another thrust.

She arched, crying out, reveling in the thousand pinpricks of sensation bursting throughout her.

“Harder,” she begged. Her hands tightened, reveling in how his buttocks flexed as he pumped over her, answering her plea, increasing his tempo and lifting one of her thighs, draping her leg around his waist and changing the angle of penetration, bringing himself deeper inside her.

She wept, tears rolling down her cheeks at the fullness of him sliding in and out of her. His mouth claimed hers, drinking in her cries. He kissed her senseless, his tongue sweeping against hers, arousing her on a new level, sending another rush of moisture to her sex where his cock worked in and out of her.

“How do you feel this good?”

Groaning, he continued thrusting between her trembling thighs, shoving her higher on the bed with each plunge inside her.

Her nails dug into him, hanging on for dear life.