He reached down and ripped off her panties. "Neither are you."
She laughed and pushed her groin against his. "What in the world shall we do about that?"
He could feel her wetness against his cock. "Between the two of us, we're pretty smart." He slowly pushed himself inside her wet heat, pausing a couple of times so as not to hurt her. Finally, he was balls-deep right where he wanted to be most in the world.
She kissed him, her hands on his neck as her body vibrated around him with so much warmth his head pounded. She released him and nipped his bottom lip. "I never said thank you for last night."
"You are right now." He licked the mating mark on her shoulder.
She shivered. "I mean it. Thank you for the op, for saving my uncle, and for saving me from the darts. And for plan B, which you, by the way, hadn't told me about."
"All ops should have a backup retreat plan," he said, grasping her hip and withdrawing before plunging back in.
Her chest pushed against his. "True that."
Cute. Definitely cute.
She ran her hands down his biceps and hummed. "Your muscles are coming back, and fast. Feel your strength."
He'd rather feel exactly what he was feeling right now. The stronger he became, the more he needed to be careful.
"Stop worrying." It was as if she could read his mind. Her nails curled into the top of his ass. "Don't hold back. Please, with me, just don't ever hold back."
The words released the tether he was trying to hold on to. He pulled out of her. "It's a promise." Giving free rein to the animal inside him, he licked her breasts, scraping his whiskers down her stomach. Her abdomen clenched. He nipped and licked, moving right down to where he'd wanted to be from the first second he'd seen her.
She grabbed his shoulders. "Wait, I-"
"No." He manacled her hands and pushed them up. "Hands above your head. Now."
She lifted her head and stared down at him, her fingers curling over her palms but not moving.
He blew on her exposed sex, his gaze remaining on hers. "Now."
She slowly lifted her arms above her head, and her breasts rose with the motion. With her hands up and her legs spread, she was the perfect image of submission. Oh, she hadn't come close to submitting to him yet. But she would.
He grinned and slowly licked her clit with one swipe.
She started, and her hands slammed down on his shoulders. He stopped and fought another smile. The scent of her beckoned him, causing a hunger that had to be satisfied. But not yet. "Hands. Up. Now." To enforce his order, he nipped her clit.
She gasped and shot her hands right back up.
He chuckled around the sweet little button, and tremors shook her legs. God, he wanted this. Wanted her. He licked her, nipping once in a while to throw her off balance, and even bit her thigh. His fingers worked her, and he found her G-spot, rubbing it. Within minutes, she was writhing against him, her hands obediently up, little gasps of need escaping her.
He could do this all fucking day.
But her cries, soft as they were, turned to pleading. So he increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit and twisted his finger inside her. Her thighs clamped onto his shoulders and she arched, springing into an orgasm with a tightening of her entire body. She rode out the waves, and he felt them against his mouth.
The second she paused, he surged up and pushed into her. Drove deep-as deep as he could go. He pushed back onto his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. Hard and fast, he took her, his fingers tight on her skin.
Tremors echoed inside her, around him, and she frantically reached out with her hands for something to hold, finally grabbing the pillow above her head.
Her breasts bounced, and her abs clenched so hard he could see them. God, she was perfect. So damn perfect. And he might've lost her the night before. When the darts had shot out, he'd had a vision of the world without her. A lonely, dark world.
He was a simple guy. She was good, and she made the world better by being in it. She made his world a lot better. So that meant she belonged there. And he'd never met anybody in more need of protection than her. Not only from enemies but apparently from her own family. He could provide that. He wanted to.
He tightened his hold and yanked her up into him.
Her legs spread on either side of his hips, and he hammered harder, taking everything he wanted. Giving much more than he'd intended.
She threw back her hair with a sharp cry, and waves pummeled through her, smashing around him. Fire shot down his spine to his balls, and he came hard, pounding into her as far as he could go. She went limp first with a soft sigh. He finished, the blood coursing in his veins, his heart beating way too hard.
For her.