His teeth sank into my lip, blood pooling before being stolen by his tongue. His swallow and approving rumble sang through each fire-filled limb. His large palm covered my breast and squeezed, then reached out to clench the headboard, and the bed met the wall.

Books rattled upon shelves and something clattered from the nightstand to the floor.

I was teetering within moments, scratching at his back as I began to shudder. He pulled his mouth from mine to stuff his face between my shoulder and neck. Teeth gripped my skin, threatening but going no further. Nipping and retreating, they followed the powerful, animalistic movements of his body.

A silent scream scraped my throat raw. My legs tightened around his hips when it became too much—when he growled his pleasure at my body’s intense response to his.

That growl grew deeper. Deadlier. It erupted from his chest as he stilled and trembled above me, his hand leaving the headboard to clasp my cheek and jaw.

Breathing ragged, he lifted his head to fuse our lips.

My mind whirled. My heartbeat thundered. My nails slowly left his skin.

Dissolved so completely, all I could do was lay there while he kissed me. Hard, and evidently still hungry, he parted my lips and covered each with his before he licked at my tongue.

Cold washed in, blistering enough that I found myself reaching for him when he pulled away. “Want you on your knees now.”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t falter. I didn’t even offer him a sultry glance before doing exactly as he wished. The fact that I hadn’t challenged him at all, that I wanted to please him, and that I needed him inside me again so soon should have more than concerned me. It should have sickened me.

None of it did any such thing.

The sound echoed before the sting arrived, and then his mouth was there, dragging and licking at the cheek he’d slapped. He hummed, leaning away to rub it. Then both hands squeezed my rear and hauled me back toward him.

“Sit,” he said, gruff with desire and spearing at my core from behind.

I did, and he released his length when the tip encountered my opening to help me slowly swallow him with his hands at my hips. “Good. So fucking good.” He curled my hair over my shoulder to whisper in my ear, “Are you always this obedient, wildflower?”

Unsure how to answer that, all I managed was a shake of my head.

A pleased hum accompanied a press of his lips to my skin. “Never have I enjoyed anything the way I’m enjoying you.”

I gripped the arm encircling my waist, burning and never more glad for it. Veins and muscle protruded beneath my touch, his mouth and tongue sliding over my shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”