Bereft without either his finger or his penis, she decided that was prettily said and she could forgive him for forcing shattering pleasure on her. After all, it wasn’t his fault she was an easy mark, and she didn’t doubt that it would feel good to have him slip inside her, imbed himself deep in her body.

Mandy felt aftershocks of excitement fissure through her thighs. “All right. Two minutes. Tops.” She tried for an insufferable sigh, but couldn’t keep the corner of her mouth from lifting.

With a laugh, he said, “Ogre. Next you’ll have me in tears.”

He nuzzled his nose along her thigh, then skimmed his lips over the slight bump of her belly with a tenderness that made her throat tighten. He was momentarily distracted by her breasts, spending a good minute or two lavishing attention with his tongue on each one while she tried not to go cross-eyed. Then he moved to the curve of her neck, and finally, to her mouth.

Damien kissed her deeply, openly, while his hands brushed her hair back from her face. Then he murmured against her lips. “Thank you. I truly appreciate your generosity. I promise to make the next two minutes as painless as possible for you.”

“Do get on with it,” she said, though the effect of using her mother’s voice when addressing the maid was ruined by the groan she collapsed into at the end.

He was nudging her again, his pupils dilated, eyes glazed with passion, and Mandy exhaled a shaky breath. It felt so torturously good, the tip of his erection resting just inside her swollen damp flesh, and she involuntarily rocked her hips toward him.

Now he was the one swearing. She could tell Damien was clamped on tightly to his control, easing himself deeper inside her one slow steely inch at a time. It had been three years for him, and yet he held himself back, sweat beading on his forehead, shoulders straining, neck muscles bulging, corded sinew and throbbing veins.

She didn’t understand, couldn’t think why he didn’t just plunge inside her like they both wanted him to, and her fingers snaked past his waist and settled on his rock-hard backside. Slowly, slowly he filled her until she was squirming and aching and pleading with him. “Damien, please…”

But he ignored her, sucking on the swell of her breast above her nipple as he rested inside her, only half buried. “I’m savoring again, that’s all.”

Well, he needed to stop. Mandy grabbed his bum and shoved down, at the same time she rammed her hips up toward him. She may not be as strong as him, but she had surprise and determination on her side. The thrust sent them colliding together, and he filled her fully, stretching her sensitive muscles and giving rise to the speculation that maybe she could have another orgasm.

Bloody hell, that felt good.