It was that look on her face. Reverent. Longing.

She was going to kill him.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

Sophie moved closer as she tugged the zipper down that final bit and pulled him out. She didn’t shove his jeans down, she just left them as they were, like she was too desperate to bother. She let out a needy sort of sigh or a breath that he could feel against the tight skin of his cockhead.

Then her voice. “Commando again?”

He could feel that, too. Her mouth. Her smart, clever, beautiful mouth, so near the head of his cock he thought he might bust a whole nut just thinking about what she might do next.

“Always, babe,” he grunted. “Saves time.”

“Pig,” she murmured.

And then she tipped forward and sucked him deep into the melting hot cavern of her mouth, and Ajax’s head blanked out. It simply all went—white.

She licked him while she sucked, flicking her tongue against his slit until he gave her a little taste, and then she hummed her approval. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft and pumped, gently at first, and then, as she moved to a swirling motion with her tongue and kept that insane suction going, she got a little harder.

A little harder and a little rougher. Like she fucking meant it.

He adjusted his stance, got his hands in her hair.

Sophie made that moaning sound that hit him like a punch, then took him deep.

Ajax wasn’t small. But she stretched her lips around him and swallowed him down, and he loved it. God, did he love it. And the way she looked up at him then with his cock lining her tongue and his balls as near her chin as he could get, her green eyes dark and hot and blissed out—she did, too.

That was the hottest part of it.

Again and again she took him, getting his dick nice and wet and sloppy in her mouth, sucking him in deeper and harder and better, so he came up against the back of her throat. And even then, she tried to take more.

And she was so hot, her head bent over him as she worked him, her mouth and her hands wicked and in that killer rhythm, the sweet line of soft back there below him as she swayed and dipped.

The prettiest dance he’d ever seen.

Her tank was rucked up, showing him her lower back and the high, soft curves of that taut ass of hers, where he had every fucking intention of writing his goddamned name. With his come, one of these days, because she was goddamned right. He was a fucking pig. And then again in ink, so it would stay there.

Dark and big and fuck you black, and maybe his handprint besides. So there was no mistaking whose ass that was.

This was his territory. This was his woman.

Sophie was his.

And she took him even deeper then, like she knew it.

It sent him hurtling toward the edge.

Ajax grabbed ahold of her head then, and he took control, fucking her mouth the way he’d been fantasizing about doing since she’d turned it on him that first day downstairs.

He went slow. Deep. An endless wet fuck, with her head tipped toward him and nothing in the whole goddamned world but his cock, her mouth, and how hard he was about to come. All for her.

She moaned something around him and moved her hands, reaching down to stroke him, taint to balls and back up the bottom of his shaft. Then again. And again.

And it was fucking perfect.

It was the closest thing to riding his bike he’d ever experienced while standing still. Free. Fierce. Worth everything and anything to get that rush, that pull.

That endless glory.

He came in a rush, pouring himself into her, shouting out her name.

And she took that too, drinking every drop and even licking the tip when he was done like she wanted more, making him curse when goosebumps flashed over him.

His woman. His Sophie.

Ajax laughed. He shrugged out of his cut and tore off his shirt, dropping them both on the floor beside the bed. He shoved his jeans to his ankles, grabbed a condom from the pocket as he kicked off his boots, and then shook the jeans the rest of the way off. He was irritated that it took longer than one second to get to her.

He sprawled out on the bed next to her, hooking her around the waist as he went. Sophie laughed, and then he dragged her mouth to his and devoured her. He tasted the salt that was him and the sweet that was her. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. Ajax pulled back and rolled her so she straddled him. He felt the slick heat of her cunt against him, sopping fucking wet, like blowing him had done it for her the way it had for him. He grunted at that, need slamming into him all over again, as if he hadn’t just emptied himself down her throat.

She was a wonder. And he couldn’t get enough.

He knew then, he never would. He stopped trying to fight it. She was his. That was all that mattered.

“Like you on my bike,” he told her, wrapping his hands around her hips and lifting her up his body to brace herself against the iron headboard. “Want you on my face.”

She let out a shaky breath as he arranged her there, crouched over him, that sweet, ripe cunt right there in his face. God, the scent of her, greedy and wild. He was already getting hard again. He held her hips where he wanted them, then he pulled her down close and sucked that sweet pussy deep into his mouth, like he could deep-throat her if he tried hard enough.

Sophie let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a scream, or maybe it was just a crazy, fucked-up moan, but it hit Ajax like a shot of Jack. He growled against her.

He parted her folds with his face and then he licked his way in, tasting heat and cream and Sophie, his Sophie, all around him. He went a little nuts. He ate her hard and rough and everywhere, with an intensity that rolled around in him like a shout.

She ground herself against him and he lost himself in her hot, juicy cunt. He held her clit between his teeth until she shuddered. He licked up into her, with his tongue and his teeth and his chin. And when he felt her go rigid above him he stroked a finger deep into her before he replaced it with his mouth again, then reached around and worked that finger deep into her ass.

For a long, taut moment she was stretched out there between his mouth on her pussy and his finger in her ass, and he didn’t let up. He thrust into her hard from behind and he ate her rough from the front, and finally, finally, she broke.

“Oh my God, Ajax!” She screamed his fucking name at last. Just the way he wanted.

And then she was coming all over his face, sweet and hot, and Ajax had never been so happy in his entire fucking life.

He was also hard as a fucking nail, like he hadn’t come earlier at all.

She was still coming, shaking and moaning, her head thrown back as she rode him, when he pulled her off his mouth. He handled the condom. Then he shifted her down the length of his body and jackknifed up as he did it, slamming her down on his cock.

Hell yes, he thought, because he didn’t have the words, but he had this.

Deep. Hard. Fucking perfect.

He knew this. It was his ripped-up old chopper of a heart. It was the words he’d never said out loud, to anyone. It was his claim made real.

Just like he knew that look on her face, awed and desperate and filled with the same white-hot wonder that stampeded through him, was all his.

And then he began to fuck his woman, his woman, at last.

—

Sophie had a second to wonder how he could do that—get so hard again so fast—but then she didn’t care. About anything.

Because Ajax was deep inside her, working her up and down on him with that iron control and mad intensity that made her shiver from the inside out. And she didn’t know if she was still coming from before or coming again, or if this was all something else, something new. Like that look in his too-blue eyes when she’d woken up to find him standing there in her doorway, something like haunted.