With a surprised cry, she came, writhing in his grasp. His hands closed firmly around the globes of her ass, holding her in place, letting her ride it out, keeping her safe. When it was over he stood up and hauled her into his arms, kissing her ruthlessly. Their two flavors combined on her tongue, making her almost wild with want. She pulled away from the kiss. “Fuck me, Leo.”

Leo looked down into her wild eyes and groaned. She pulled out of his arms and fell to her knees with a hungry look. She eased his pants down his legs and pressed a gentle kiss to his hard cock. Her soft hands drove him insane with butterfly touches to his ass, his balls, even the back of his knees. His cock sprang to full attention, eager for more. She unbuckled his boots, pulling them off his feet and practically flinging them away. He finished removing his pants, dying to see what his kitten was going to do next.

She took his cock in her hands and began to pump. She moved up and down the shaft, pulling on the upstroke so that his balls bounced back and forth. She licked the purple head, sucking at it till a drop of precome oozed out of the tip.

“Shit, ” he hissed, trying desperately not to come again in her greedy little mouth, astonished at how fierce the desire was this time, especially considering the explosive orgasms they’d already had.

He reached down to pull her to her feet. She went willingly, laughing when he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed with a low, throaty growl. Leo stalked over to the bed and began crawling up her body, pausing only long enough to suckle at her nipples until she was wet and writhing beneath him. Little mews of pleasure were pouring from her lips now, red and swollen from his kisses, her expression part  pleasure, part pain. He nipped at the hard pebbles of her nipples with his teeth, almost coming right then when her head arched back, exposing the long line of her neck. The move was inherently submissive, showing her trust in him. He felt like a fucking caveman claiming his woman. He went to his knees above her, pulled her knees apart and settled himself between them. “Got to fuck you now,” he muttered roughly, shocking her dazed eyes open. He bent to her in a savage kiss that took the breath from both of them.

“Leo.” She was gasping when he released her lips, her expression half-dazed fear, half-crazed desire.

He’d never seen anything more alluring in his entire life. Her hands were on his hips, tugging him into her.

Her nails were digging into him, marking his flesh.

He took both of her thighs into his hands and fitted himself to her tight sheath. With a low, guttural cry he pushed into her, filling her, his balls landing against her ass.

Mine.

He’d never, in his entire long life, felt anything as incredible as the wet sheath now surrounding him.

A part of him watched her reactions, noticed when her body relaxed into his, and waited. It was almost like she was a virgin, but no virgin could have given him such ecstasy. He breathed deep, expanding his senses to the utmost. No, no scent of virgin’s blood, no hint in her mind that this was her first time. Maybe it had been a while for her. He throbbed inside her, desperately trying to hold back while she adjusted to his size.

Hell, it had been a while for him, too, all rumors to the contrary. Since he’d seen a certain perfect ass bent over a desk, to be exact.

When she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, he smiled down at her, trying to reassure her while his body clamored for him to start thrusting now. When she licked her lips he nearly lost it.

“Okay now?” He could hear the plea in his voice. If she didn’t give him the okay soon, he’d start whimpering and blow his macho right out the window.

She nodded. With a whispered, reverent thank you, he began to thrust himself in and out of her warm, wet body.

Ruby felt like she’d been impaled on a tree trunk. He was much, much bigger than Bobby What’sHis-Face had been. If she’d known that calling Bobby “Pencil Dick” was really accurate…

She began moving her hips in time with his thrusts, the movement brushing her clit against the base of his cock. That sent sensations rocketing through her body that she really, really liked, so she started to speed up. When he groaned, she looked up at him.

His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his face a grimace of passion. He eased in and out of her carefully, like he was afraid of hurting her. He had to be holding back.

Screw that. This was the first time she’d had sex in seven long years, and it was with Leo Dunne. No way was she going to let him take it easy on her!

She reached up her hands, gliding them over the smooth muscles of his chest. She just couldn’t seem to get enough of the sculpted planes and angles. He thrust in and out of her body with ease. The feel of him moving above her with primal grace made her want to touch, to taste every single inch of him while he writhed in her grasp. When she reached his stomach he jerked and pushed more of himself into her, causing her to gasp with pleasure.

She reached behind him and grabbed the firm globes of his ass, watching his cock shuttled in and out of her body intently. The sight was fascinating, something she’d never thought she’d see even in her wildest dreams. She pulled at him, trying to get more of him inside. “Easy, kitten. You’re really tight. How long has it been?”

“Seven years,” she muttered, tugging at his ass cheeks again.

She whimpered when he stopped. “Seven years?”

“Leo!” She hated whining, but damn it, some situations called for it. This was definitely one of them.

She sighed in relief when he started moving again, thrusting in and out of her harder now, as if the fact she hadn’t gotten laid in seven years was a turn-on for him. With a sigh of satisfaction she felt him seat himself fully into her for the first time. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his thick, hard cock moving inside her with increasing speed.

Leo could hear it whispering in his head in time with his thrusts: Mine! He hadn’t felt this good since… Hell. Nothing had ever been this good.

He could feel his magic wrapping itself around them, a glittering, sparkling curtain he could do nothing about. It was hard enough not spilling his seed into her waiting body before she was ready for it.

There was no way he could control his powers.

His magic scented the air with vanilla and peaches, causing her to smile. That soft expression nearly finished him, so sweet and sexy, a smile he vowed then and there no other man would ever see. That particular look was his.

He began pulling on her body, faster and faster, thrusting himself in and out of her with growing urgency. The lights surrounding them began to glow brighter and brighter, his climax inching closer. He could tell from the way she moved and moaned beneath him that she was about to explode. He had to make sure she came first. He needed their first time together to be perfect for her.

He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Her eyes were still tightly shut, her teeth nibbling at her lip as she strained up against him. Her brow furrowed, her lip curled, and he knew she was almost there. He reached between them and flicked her clit hoping to push her over that final edge.

She came screaming, flinging herself at him, pulling him into her so tightly that when he came his whole body pulsed with light and the room around them lit up like the fourth of July. He could feel himself throbbing inside her, the pleasure nearly blinding him, his come bathing her womb, his light bathing her skin, Claiming her, marking her as his.

He collapsed against her, half dead from the best goddamned sex he’d ever had in his life, and wondered how quickly he could talk her into bonding.