The sprawling recognition in her gaze is as shattering as it is breathtaking. Shakes me to the depths of my bones and almost hands her control. Excitement pounds a primitive beat in my blood. Drives me completely fucking primeval.

This is the moment I’ve longed for and dreaded. The moment she sees me. Knows I’m really here.

In her room.

In her bed.

That her games have come to a conclusion she never thought could happen.

I plant my knees either side of her thighs. My hip twinges, and it’s funny—I’ve hardly felt the pain plaguing me since the moment I set foot on the sidewalk outside.

Her bright-hazel eyes strain wide. I hold her mouth tight, trying not to look at her too hard. Trying not to let the flash of pain filling her gaze as she realizes what’s happening ruin me the way it almost does.

“You’re not going to make a sound, are you?” My voice is low and rough, but frankly, I’m surprised I’ve managed to talk at all.

All I want to do is growl and have my way with her like the animal she’s made of me.

A sheen forms over her eyes. She breathes in deep through her nose, nostrils closing, and shakes her head.

That’s a good girl.

My guts give a flutter. I’m a full-fucking-grown man, and here I am, experiencing butterflies like a kid.

She’ll do that to a man. Bring him to his knees and rob him of self-control, all with her tongue pressed innocently to her cheek. Like she meant no harm, when she’s received exactly the reaction she intended.

“Not a single little sound,” I whisper. Can’t risk her waking anyone up.

Her parents are only down the hall.

I release her mouth and get my first unobstructed, front-on look at her face. Oh, shit. I almost roll over and throw my hands up. She’s so much damn prettier than the pale imitation my memory has been able to conjure.

Right now, her eyes shine, her button nose sniffs, and her full lips pinch, setting off the double set of dimples in her left cheek.

Who the hell has double dimples?

She does.

I don’t think she has any idea what I’ve got planned.

She breathes in, and her chest shudders.

I take the smooth column of her throat in my palm. Her heart beat races against my hand. “Don’t you cry.”

I’ve come here with a purpose. She’ll throw me completely off with tears.

She takes a deeper breath, reigning them in.

I almost manage a smile. Looks as though when she’s not busy being a tease, she can behave. I release her throat and take her wrists, hauling them up over her head. Her fingernails bite into her palms, but she doesn’t resist. I’m twice her size and ten times her strength. I loop the belt through a wrought iron pillar in the headboard and attach her wrists, hooking the belt tight. Her gasp rings out. Have to drive a new hole into the leather with the prong before I can fasten it. You bet I’m not gentle. There’s no chance for her to get away from me until I’m done.

I pinch her pinky, testing for circulation—not going to hurt her unintentionally.

Then I slide down, focus on her the way I want.

She stares up at me. Her gaze is so full of pleading, a part of me just wants to surrender to the look. Be the putty she’s used to making of people.

But this has been such a long time coming.

My breaths speed up.

She didn’t really think there wouldn’t be consequences for torturing me? I tear my gaze from hers. Can’t let things get in my head too much. I’m about to die from needing her, and I’ve got to get this started.

Her nightgown bunches at her hips, but there’s no way I’m leaving it on, and it won’t come off over her head now she’s buckled to the bed.

One thing for it.

I grab the nightgown in the center of the V and pull. The lace practically melts but catches where the satin begins. I tug harder. The tear is a startling split in the night.

She arches against the tug. It’s difficult to know, really, if that’s resistance or if she’s turned on. Her fantastic tits jiggle with her breaths.

My cock leaps at the sight. I grab hold of my erection as though I can keep the need contained. But I fucking can’t. She’s destroying me, this woman.

I want nothing more than to unleash my load on her trembling breasts, but I’m not going to do that. There’s one place I want to plant my seed.

I snap the spaghetti straps off the nightgown. Her chest lifts again with the softer tugs.

Does she like witnessing how much stronger than her I am?

That I can rip her clothes off her like they are nothing. That I’m proving over and over again tonight that no time, no distance, and no barrier can keep me from her.

I brush the sides of the fabric from her body, so I can look my fill.

Her hips are wide and her creamy belly gently rounded. I just want to rest my full weight on her and have her softness cradle me. Carry me. Somewhere free from the pain I’ve been holding. I rise over her and nudge her thighs open with my knee. This time, I can’t begrudge the groan that wrenches free of me.

My sweet little tease has not had a man in her bed, nor has she been expecting one. Her pussy’s natural for me, exactly how I want it. A spattering of dark hair trailing to her soaked lips. A woman’s pussy because only a grown woman could take what I’m going to do to it.

I can’t wait anymore.

I sink a forearm on the pillow beside her and rub my hand over her soaked cunt. “Having sweet dreams about me?”

Her little gasp catches me right in the heart. She doesn’t answer, but we both know the truth. This pussy is all mine.

Even in her sleep.

Her arousal coats my hand. I draw my three middle fingers together and sink them into her entrance.

She jerks, letting out the softest cry.

My digits slide in slowly—she’s too tight.

I press my mouth to her temple. “Quiet, remember?”

Her pussy grips my fingers so snugly. The force of my erection almost has my dick disembarking my body. I already imagine how she’s going to feel when I replace my hand with my cock. It was nasty of me, going straight in with three, but then, she’s a nasty girl.

But I’m not all mean.

She’s a little woman about to take a very big man, and that requires preparation. I lean back, needing to watch her face while I get her ready with my fingers.

Her teeth clamp on her bottom lip.

I stretch her, widening my fingers in her snug passage. Her eyes flare, and I know just when she gives in to pleasure. Her bottom lip pops free, and her gaze drifts heavenward.

That’s it, baby.

She’s so wet, she’s coated my whole hand.

I push hard, rocking my fingers forward and back. Her hips rise. The sexiest moan I’ve ever heard works out of her. My balls contract. I’m going to blow before we’re even started, if I’m not careful.

But I’m right on her G-spot like this.

From the way she’s already baring down, if I keep going, she’s going to squirt.

There’s nothing I want more than to make her gush like a porn star all-fucking-over-me, but she doesn’t get that privilege just yet.

She hasn’t earned her privileges.

And I’ve been waiting too long to bear another second. I slide my hand out of her and rub her juices on my dick, then sink between her thighs.

Her exquisite body takes my weight just right. She’s so soft I could drown to death right here. Her tits compress against my chest.

I push my cock to her cunt. She strains against the belt, her arms jerking in their restraint. Even saturated, she’s too snug for me. I take myself in hand and rub around her entrance. She’s a good girl and doesn’t whimper the way she must want to—but the entire headboard rattles with her quiver.

I ease up a fraction and look at her. “Easy, baby.”

She blinks, her pink lips parting, and then I’m staring at her luscious mouth.

Good god, help me.

I can’t kiss her. Not going to do it. But her mouth begs to be kissed. If I do, I’m going to lose my shit.

Then I’ll hurt her.

There’s too much violent need in me to make nice.

I push with my hand wrapped around my cock. Her pussy relaxes, taking me in. Her gasps get faster. I go slowly, working myself in a little at a time.

She can handle me fine.

I let my cock go, then I’m buried all the way. The hot, wet clutch of her cunt grips me, and suddenly, I’m the one at risk of bursting into tears.

I clench a fist of the pillow by her face and hold perfectly fucking still.

But I’m so damn deep.

She’s opened her thighs wide, letting me have it all. So, damn wet. Her slickness slides where my balls press to her ass.

I drag myself out and thrust back in.

Her arms go limp, as though she just got knocked out. Her eyelids dip, pleasure streaking into her expression, making me growl. I give her another long slow stroke. The tension gathers in my balls and spreads in my guts. I’m not going to last long, but that’s all right—not letting her come this round, anyhow. I move faster, her pussy open enough for me to fuck her properly now. And I do—giving her a thrust that drives her whole body upward and bumps the top of her head into the iron frame.

I don’t shelter her from the knock. Let her take it a bit hard. Let it smart a little.

She has this coming.

The tension spreads in a hot wave that moves up into my chest. I won’t kiss her, but I keep my gaze locked on hers. Her face flushes—overwhelmed. Want to see every bit of how she’s feeling while I do this to her. Going to watch her get so close and then withhold the release she’s desperate for.

Give her a taste of the hell I’ve been living.

Her breaths kick fast against my mouth.

The sound of her gasping inhalations wraps around me. Makes my balls contract.

Her pussy’s clenching. She’s about to come. The greedy little thing, without me even touching her clit. She’ll have to wait. Don’t want her distracted from what I’m doing to her just yet. She needs to feel me inside her. Have me come in her and know she’s owned. Then I’ll pleasure her. Let her get lost in her own body. For now, she’s going to be totally and completely zoned in on mine.

I lean up between her spread thighs, pushing the left one wider with my palm, then look at her taking me. Her pink, shiny flesh is stretched to capacity, sucking me in. Her arousal is a sopping mess all over my cock and balls. I thrust hard, and the pleasure sweeps me up in a euphoric thrall.

I see her behind my eyelids, taking over my mind while my body seizes, and I erupt. Bliss ruptures my insides, spreading pleasure to my marrow. My semen blasts out of me, and I grind deeper. Deep as I can. Her little whimper reaches me, and I somehow find I’ve got even more stored up to fill her with. The bliss breaks. I suck air into burning lungs. My fingers dig in her fleshy inner thigh. I’ve marked her with fingerprints she’ll carry for days.

I collapse over her, not moving my cock a fraction out of her warmth. It’s home where it belongs. The fresh, apple scent of her shampoo washes over me. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her deep. Tattoo this scent in my lungs so I never forget.

Her breaths even.

When I pull back, there’s no avoiding her teary gaze.

There’s no not kissing her.

I press my mouth to hers. Hold like that, feeling her teeth through her lips, and can’t move. The feeling’s too much—six months of waiting for that.

Then her lips part, and she’s the one kissing me.

Moving her mouth against mine.

Her wicked tongue that snakes out and mother-fucking licks me.

I growl. She has me right back to square one. My cock stiffening in her cunt. I kiss her back completely inelegantly, knowing I’m using too much tongue. But once I’m in her minty mouth, there’s no restraint I can hold on to.

I rock my hips. Her mouth opens wider. She catches my tongue and sucks it. A hot shiver rattles my control. I get so hard, the tension so tight, that she’ll have me blowing a second load before she even gets her turn.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back, coaxing me deeper into her horny little pussy.

A groan floods me. Now she’s going to get it. Really get it. I pry her insistent thighs from my sides. She struggles for the first time, twisting her hips and jerking her legs, fighting to get them back around me.

For that, I break the kiss and pull out.

She pants, heavy tits bouncing. I can’t help myself and grab them both, sucking first one hard nipple then the other. She moans sharply. Her hips buck against my cock sandwiched against her pelvis. Stopping is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

She’ll get off when I decide.

I flip her onto her side. Her arms cross above her head. I slam my palm against her plump ass. The slap rings crisply through the room.

She bites back a yelp, but I catch the beginning of the sound.

“Behave.” I remind her and yank her legs apart so the top one bends like when she was sleeping, but with her ass more exposed to me, so I can get to her cunt. She’s twisted, lower body face down, and top half of her body sideways. My handprint is a bright-red welt on her ass. Makes it so much hotter to see that while I’m about to fuck her while she’s this helpless.

I maneuver against her and grab the ass-cheek baring my mark and stretch it wide. Her tight, little, puckered asshole catches my attention, but it’ll have to wait for another time. Now it’s all about pussy.

I pull her ass wider. Her little snatch is soaked with my semen. The vision almost robs me of more. My balls get heavier. I shove myself inside her. Taking her is so easy this time, there’s hardly any resistance at all. I hold her hip down and take her roughly. There’s no quietening the squeak of the mattress or the shudder of the bedframe. Her shoulders pull taut against the restraint, and the sight of her stretched like this is one I’ll hold on to forever. The image of her bouncing tits and her forehead wrinkled in a need that’s borderline pain.

I lay myself on her, our legs tangled, and literally fuck her sideways. She turns her face toward me, her neck craning. I plunge my hand into the mass of her hair and grip—pulling her deep into my kiss. Her mouth opens helplessly. She’s got no control left for tricks. I feel her desperation in her lips. In the way she surrenders to me.

My poor little tease is trying so hard to behave, and it’s time to reward her effort.

But I can’t stop kissing her. Her mouth is paradise. The scent of her drugs my lungs. Intoxicating.

I find the will to ease off her and roll her onto her back again. Lift her up higher on the pillow, so her arms have some slack, and her shoulders aren’t so strained. Then put a spare pillow between her head and the iron frame to cushion her.

Then return between her legs where I belong. I place my hand on her pussy while I work myself in. Thumb on her clit. Moans melt from her, twisting into me, making me desperate for something that has nothing to do with taking her beautiful body. I’m moving again but spread her lips and look at the eager, swollen clit I’m massaging.

Holy shit. My pulse rages. Everything about her is irresistible. What’d I do right in a past life to be rewarded like this?

When we’re finished, I’m going to eat her lovely pussy for an hour.

Her hips rock. She’s getting close. I let go of her clit. The sound she makes is half sob. She’s going to come all right, but I have other ideas as to how.

I push her thighs up and go into her at a deeper angle. Until I’m balls deep on a spot that has her eyes rolling back. It only takes three hard fucks, then her pussy starts clamping. I withdraw far enough to grab my length and jerk the head of my cock fast at her entrance.

She seizes. Her lips pull back from her teeth, jaw locked against the screams she’s suppressing. She jerks like my dick is a fucking cattle prod and comes violently—her legs twitching. The flood of her satisfaction covers my cock. She’s not a theatrical squirter, but her little gush makes me feel like a goddamn wizard king. I shove my dick back into her and lose myself to the warm acceptance of the only woman I’ve ever loved.