My thighs clamped over his head. My body contorted, the sensations too much.

He pushed them wide open and shattered me so completely, I was a boneless, writhing, dizzied mess.

“Taste just like honey, too,” he said, forcing himself away some minutes that felt like hours later. Maybe it was. I wouldn’t know.

All I knew was that by the time his mouth ceased learning me, I was ready again, greedy again, so when his head came within reaching distance, I lifted my weak arms to grasp his cheeks. “Show me,” I said, his eye boring into mine. “How I taste. How we both taste.”

He cursed before sliding his lips over mine.

The undergarments disappeared entirely.

My dress ripped, his hands rough and mine urgent as we tugged and pulled at our clothing until we were rolling over the bed to free ourselves from their confines, unable to separate for longer than a second.

Pushed to my back, he hooked my thigh over his. The wolf inside the male looming over me shined down at me through his eye, pheromones seeping through his smooth skin. His forehead pressed to mine. My fingers got lost, searching and sliding over his toned hips, his tapered sides, and roaming over the twitching mass of muscle in his arms.

“Going to fuck you now.”

My voice was foreign, husky. “Please do.”

“Won’t be sweet or gentle”—he exhaled roughly—“nor will the next time I have you.”

I traced the harsh cut of his square jaw and watched his sooty lashes flutter. “Do you like to fuck multiple times in one night?”

“Yes,” he croaked, and he dragged his cock through the wet at my center. “But I can’t take a break with you. Doubt I can leave you alone for a stars-damned second.” Noting my shock, he kissed my nose, the unexpected action warming my chest. “Okay with that?”

“More than okay.” I’d barely finished talking when the ability to was robbed from me.

In one fluid, controlled thrust, his body joined with mine.

A drawn-out, graveled curse washed over my cheek as he seated himself inside me.

I was familiar with his size—his length and his girth.

What I wasn’t familiar with were the strange feelings evoked by the connection.

Right, it sang. Perfect, it crooned. A melody thrummed inside my chest, euphoric in a way that made me forget the reason for it was someone I didn’t even know. Pleasure erupted through my bloodstream and pressed tickling fingers against my skin. Gooseflesh rose, and my exhale shook.

The warrior eased out of me, then slammed back in and circled his hips. I moaned, and I molded to him. I bloomed like never before beneath him. Even as a growl ripped from his throat and he did as promised…

He destroyed me in every unexpected way.