She licked her abraded lower lip—she’d bitten on it forcefully to keep from screaming—watching in stunned arousal as his cock jumped slightly in the air. His eyes narrowed on her.

“Dammit,” he growled. “Come here,” he said tensely, putting out his hand. She reached for him, and he pulled her off the couch to stand before him. She felt a little dizzy and steadied herself by clutching his waist. With no prelude, he immediately cupped the back of her head, palmed her jaw, and swooped down to kiss her. It wasn’t an angry kiss, necessarily, but it felt a little like it was. It was hard and wild and relentless. She was becoming used to his unleashed fierceness during lovemaking . . . or as used to it as a woman could be.

The sensation of his naked, swollen cock against her belly taunted her. She reached up and cupped his erection. The growl he made sounded dangerous. She moaned at the erotic heaviness of him, the smooth, warm skin gloving his arousal so tautly. He kissed her deeper. She tasted herself for the first time in her life, experienced the heady chemistry of her desire twining with his. He drank from her furiously, spearing her with his tongue again and again until Emma felt herself spinning from his dominant possession.

He eventually broke the scalding kiss with a rough groan. “There aren’t enough minutes in the day to do all the things I want to do to you,” he breathed out, white teeth bared. “There isn’t enough time, period.” His thumb pushed against her lower lip, separating it from the upper one. She stared up at him, helpless in her arousal, as he looked down at her mouth, his thumb moving in a tight little circle, his expression hungry as a wolf about to feed.

“You’re going to make me wait again, Emma,” he said, his soft tone highly at odds with his expression.

“For what?” she whispered, confused . . . overwhelmed by his raw, unguarded passion.

“For your mouth. I’m going to have to punish you for making me wait for what I want so much.”

“I’m not making you,” she defended, sliding her fist up and down his hard, pulsing shaft. A muscle leapt in his cheek.

“Oh yes you are,” he said grimly, breaking their close contact and forcing her hand off his cock. “You’re making me want you so much, all I can think about is taking you by storm.”

He could feel his pulse throbbing in his cock, the resulting ache making him feel a little crazed. Her taste lingered on his tongue, fueling his rabid need. He led her over to the chair, his cock flicking in the air at the vision she made, completely nude, her cheeks and mouth as vividly pink as her pussy had been, her high breasts rising and falling with her erratic breath, her nipples tight and hard. He took both of her wrists and slid her beneath his arm so that she stood before him, her back to his front.

He placed her hand on the back of the armchair gently. It was so bizarre, the way he wanted to touch her with the tenderness of something most cherished, but at the same time, fuck her like an animal. He’d never experienced the paradox before. The sharpness of the resulting friction of his clashing desires clawed at him from the inside. Tempted by the elegant slope of her shoulders and graceful neck, he planted a hot kiss at the juncture of them.

“It’s going to feel so good, being raw inside you,” he lifted his head and met her stare. “I’m going to come in you, and it’s going to feel so blessed good. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered, twisting her chin to face him, her pink lips forming the single word scoring his consciousness. Her dark eyes shone with undisguised arousal. He stepped closer, wincing slightly at the sensation of his cock bumping and sliding across the smooth skin of her lower back.

“Bend over then,” he said, his hands sliding down her ribs, waist, and hips, the sensation of those lush, feminine curves making him grind his teeth together in restraint. Too aroused to speak, he merely opened his hand on the warm, silken skin of her inner thigh. She parted wider for him at his signal. He moved closer behind her, his hands on her ass. He molded her firm flesh into his palms, opening her to him, hearing her whimper. His cock lurched at seeing such a temptation spread before him. He flexed, pushing his leaping cock against her damp, feminine warmth. She gave a surprised squeak and he spread her buttocks wider, his cock unerringly burrowing and finding home. He pierced her with just the tip and groaned.

God it was going to be so fucking good.

He flexed. Despite his almost rabid ardor and her obvious arousal, he felt her tight channel resist him. She made a choking sound, and he soothed her by caressing her silken hip.

“Shhh, try to relax,” he soothed, his hand lowering to cup the underside of his cock. He pressed with his hips, guiding the first several inches of his flesh into her tightly clasping sheath. He felt a flush of heat around him. “There we go, that’s so sweet,” he managed, still trying to comfort even though he was about to explode with lust. He firmed his hold on her ass and began to rock in and out of her, working past the resistance, loving the hot, tight glide into heaven. She moaned. “Better?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she said shakily. Her head was bowed. Her lithesome arms, the cap of golden waves, the elegant sweep of her naked back . . . the lush, round ass, all of it drove him mad. He didn’t just want to sink into her.

He wanted to sink her into him. He wanted to consume her whole.

Giving in to the gnashing jaws of need, he tightened his hold on her hips and sunk his cock to the hilt. There was no pausing then. Being inside Emma raw was an all-or-nothing circumstance. Without pausing to experience the sublime sensation of her tight, soft, gloving flesh, he began to plunge into nirvana. He couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t diminish the force of his driving hips, couldn’t muffle the slaps of his pelvis and thighs against her ass, and certainly couldn’t stop staring with a feral focus at the image of his naked cock plunging into the sweetness of her again and again.

All he could do was give in to this orgy of sensation.

He noticed a flash of color from the corner of his eye. He glanced aside as he thrust and saw that her head was turned. She’d been watching him as he stared at himself fucking her. It’d been the vivid color of her lips and cheeks that had caught his attention. Her eyes looked enormous as she watched him take her like a madman in the ornate triple mirror.

Damn her eyes for always seeing so much.

He ground his teeth together, holding her gaze as he pounded into her, her body bobbing back and forth slightly as he drove into her with the force of a typhoon.

“God it’s good, baby. You’ve got such a sweet little pussy,” he told her, still holding her stare in the mirror. “Look at you . . . so beautiful,” he said roughly, running his hand along her ass and hip up to her waist. She bit her lip and moaned, using her hold on the chair to push back against his cock. The way she followed his seeking hand in the mirror as he palmed a pert little breast from below drove him crazy. She whimpered, teeth tightening on her lip as he squeezed gently on both her breast and a buttock, using his hold to thrust her back and forth on his cock. For some reason, the image of her holding back infuriated him, even though he knew why she was doing it. They were fucking in a department store, what did he expect?

“You’ll scream later on for me, won’t you,” he stated more than asked.

Her facial muscles tightened. So did her pussy around his pistoning cock.

“Answer me,” he said harshly, his hips flexing fast and forcefully so that he drove nearly the full length of his cock into her with every stroke.

“Yes,” she squeezed out between her teeth, grimacing. Heat rushed around him, her vaginal walls convulsing around his cock.