“No … don’t…” Yet she wanted him to kiss her there; her body was craving it, begging for it.

As if he understood her need, his hard hands cupped her soft, rounded cheeks, and he bent his mouth to her, his tongue dipping and circling.

A choked sob tore from her throat. “Oh, God, please … Sloan…” She was dimly appalled to realize she was begging.

He kissed her as though he were kissing her mouth, while her hips restlessly strained against the velvet torment. Heather quivered at the feel as his dazzling mouth branded her with his caresses. She couldn’t stand the fiery throbbing.

Desperately she dug her fingers into the tawny pelt of his hair. His hot, open mouth sank deeper and she cried out as he buried his face between her thighs.

His tongue savored her sweetness in long, hot strokes, probing, lapping, suckling. His mouth devoured her, taking her ever closer to the forbidden, throbbing pleasure he promised her, dredging another broken sob from deep within her as he held her surging hips down with his hands.

“Let it go, sweetheart.”

Her body aflame, she surrendered to his demands, yielding, exploding with a scream of pleasure. He drew back slowly, leaving her weak and trembling. With a final kiss to her dewy, throbbing center, he lifted his head.

Heather lay panting in shock, her tongue wetting her dry lips, while Sloan shifted his weight to unbuckle his belt and free his erection.

Heather couldn’t find the energy to move … not until he eased between her thighs and positioned the thick head of his shaft at the entrance of her womanhood … not until his hard, hot sex slowly glided into her.

Another tremor shook her and Sloan bent to kiss her high brow beneath her wild hair, feeling her ripple and contract in latent ecstasy. One hard thrust and she would be twisting beneath him again, panting and mindless.

“Look at me, duchess.”

She obeyed. The expression in his eyes was suddenly shockingly intense; she felt she might melt from the blistering heat, from his smoldering sensuality. His face was so rigid he looked brutal. He sank in hard, filling her, his teeth clenched against the fierce storm that was sweeping them in its wake.

Suddenly he couldn’t hold back, and neither could she. Her body craving his heat and strength, she moved against him, with him, caught up in a spiraling hunger and desire that was out of control.

There was no tenderness. It was a savage reckless coupling, one of incredible urgency. There was a wildness about him as he drove hard into her fully aroused body. He made her shake inside as he hurtled her to the heavens. She clawed at his back, her cries melding with his raw moans as the violent, shattering release found them both.