He yanked her legs up, tight against his sides. She locked them against him and grasped his biceps.

Then with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt inside her with one single thrust.

* * *

Brutal, obsessive need pounded through Easton.

Harlow was wrapped around both his body and his cock.

Fuck. He gritted his teeth, afraid he might erupt on his first thrust.

He wanted her mindless beneath him. Wanted to watch her splinter apart. Hear her scream his name again.

“I’m the only man fucking you.” His voice was deep, guttural.

Her fingers bit into his skin, her cries sweet in his ears.

“Tell me you only want me, Harlow.” Fuck, he wasn’t usually possessive like this. She drove him crazy. “Tell me you want my cock, my hands, my mouth.”

“Yes, Easton. Only you.”

He pushed back, rising off her, wanting to watch her take him. She lifted her arms above her head, her body on display, and with each thrust, her full breasts jiggled.

He saw her hands clench in the covers. Saw the way she took his cock deep. He growled and slid a hand down her body.

She made a husky mewl of sound. He found her clit and thumbed it.

“So sweet and hot, Harlow.”

Her eyes locked with his, her teeth biting on her lip.

“So beautiful.” He thrust hard. “Damn, I’m going to come soon.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

He groaned, and worked that swollen clit. He wanted her spasming around him when he poured himself inside her.

She gasped. Her body shaking. “Yes, there.”

He covered her again, his hips driving deep. “Take me, Harlow. All of me.”

Her nails raked his back.

With a brutal groan, Easton’s climax hit. His vision grayed. He growled her name as tidal waves of pleasure battered him.

When his head cleared, they were both sprawled on his bed, limp as cooked spaghetti.

Easton realized he hadn’t closed the terrace doors, and a cool breeze washed over them. He needed to get up and close them, and deal with the condom… As soon as he could feel his legs again.

He looked at the expanse of her smooth, elegant back. She was lying on her side and he stroked her, felt her tremble.

He curled around her and nuzzled her hair. “We’re lucky we survived that.”

She made a sleepy sound.

Easton smiled. He was feeling pretty fucking content. He kissed her shoulder. Her hair looked like a cloud of spun gold, and he fingered the silky strands.

“You alive?” he asked.

“Still evaluating. Is death by orgasm a thing?”

“I hope not.”

He finally mustered enough energy to get off the bed and stride to the doors. He closed them, then headed to the bathroom. When he returned, he found her watching his naked body unabashedly.

“See something you like, Ms. Carlson?”