“I’ve read about this position,” she whispered as he settled his palms over her hips.

“You’ll like it,” he said and winked. “Gives the lady all the control.”

Her lashes fluttered down. “Does it now? It is rather scintillating to have such a strong, powerful man at my mercy.”

He stared up at his goddess in all her glory with her wild brown curls and perfect creamy breasts tipped with the most luscious dusky-pink nipples. They were mouthwatering handfuls and suited her frame perfectly. Valentine’s mouth watered, and he sat up for a taste, lapping his tongue over one of the taut buds and then drawing it into his mouth. When she moaned her approval, head arching back, he switched to the other breast, paying it the same devoted attention he’d given the first. The tight position had his cock lodged against her, and it twitched between them, the need for more friction searing.

“Put me inside you,” he said hoarsely.

Bronwyn notched him at her entrance and then began the slow, deliciously excruciating descent. She was so wet and ready that gravity did most of the work, sheathing him to the hilt in one satisfying stroke. “Oh,” she breathed. “It feels so extraordinarily full. It wasn’t like this before.”

No, because the previous times had been heated and rushed. This coupling was at the opposite end…every kiss savored, every touch cherished, every look revered. Even the clasp of her body was different. Joining with her had felt like coming home. Like he was home.

“You’re made for me,” he said through clenched teeth. “So perfect.”

She peered down at him. “Then why do you look like you’re in pain?”

Valentine forced his face to relax, but it was a strain keeping himself from spending before making sure that she reached her peak first. He was holding on by a damned thread. “Not pain, love, pleasure. Intense pleasure.”

She rolled her hips with a sigh and he nearly swallowed his own tongue. “Oh, that feels good.”

It was both bliss and torture watching her learn this newfound power of her own body. The slow, languid movements made his eyes roll back in his head, the furtive grind of her hips not nearly enough friction to give him the release he craved.

“Ride me, Bronwyn,” he begged. “Hard, please.”

A wicked smile graced her features as she tightened her thighs, but kept up the tiny pulsing motions that were driving him to madness. “I like this pliant version of you.”

“You are a ruthless mistress.”

“I had an excellent tutor,” she shot back before bending forward to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp. She soothed the sting with her tongue. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You love me running roughshod over you.”