He dragged my body back onto the bed and settled his eyes on mine. His rhythm was relentless—each stroke even harder than the last, as if he were punishing me, and he filled me so completely that I’d never felt so taken. Wheeler maintained direct eye contact, and I could tell he liked the power play between us.

“Even… better… than I imagined,” he said between heated breaths. “Christ, your body feels so fucking good.”

I gripped the back of his neck and cried out—a bolt of pleasure taking siege and holding me hostage. My nails bit into his skin and I held on through the most powerful climax I’d ever experienced.

Wheeler didn’t stop. He pounded into me, faster, deeper. The headboard slammed against the wall and a book tumbled off.

“Pull my hair,” he said in a rough voice.

I moaned and gripped his hair in a tight fist.

“Harder,” he growled. “Punish me.”

Wheeler didn’t really want me to give him pain; he needed someone to take control of his pleasure. So I threw him off me.

With stunned eyes, he watched me turn onto my hands and knees, peering at him over my shoulder. I shook my derriere and gave him a sultry smile. “I’d rather you punish me. Show me how the big bad wolf likes it.”

Like a predator, he rose up on his knees and gripped my hips. Wheeler drove his shaft into me so hard that I cried out.

“You like this, kitty cat?” He reached around and stroked me with his fingers. “Did I mention how I like you waxed? Fuck…”

Now I understood the power of a wolf in the bedroom when he was in his domain. My insides heated, and I became so wet that he moaned profanities as he slapped his hips against my behind, creating one of the most erotic sounds.

I gripped the sheets, desire coiling tight. He moved faster, and when his fingers brushed over my sex again, I gasped.

Wheeler flipped me onto my back, never losing momentum. I gripped his taut biceps as if letting go meant falling off the earth. Pleasure quickly turned to agony on his face, and I knew he needed to find his release.

“Now,” I said, my voice firm before it fell to a soft breath. “Come inside me.”

His body quaked and he yelled out. Wheeler fell over me, out of breath. My senses were overwhelmed with his heat, his smell, the weight of his body, and the feel of his strong heart pounding against my chest.

Wheeler lifted his head and looked at me with concern. “You okay?”

“My heart is coming out of my chest,” I said between ragged breaths.

He lowered his head and whispered something I couldn’t hear.

I brushed a tangle of curls away from my face and looked vacantly off to the side.

Wheeler didn’t like that and pinched my chin, turning my head to face him. “Something wrong?”

“Do you want the truth? This is the part where you tell me I’m a swell fuck and put on your pants.”