Music played in my ears, the sun kissed my skin, and my mind whirled with thoughts of the last week and a half.

The dinner I made was done and warming in the oven while I waited for Bane and Sloane to get back from the park. I’d finished earlier than I’d thought, probably due to the size of the roast being smaller than the one in the recipe, and decided to lay out for a while and get some sun while I waited.

I didn’t hear him so much as feel his presence near me, and opened my eyes to see Bane striding toward me with a purpose.

I started to sit up, but the desire on his face stripped me of the ability.

His gaze slid down my body, and I could see the appreciation on his features. When I let my eyes drift down his in appraisal, I could see the outline of his hard cock in his shorts, and my body warmed as my pussy became wet.

He didn’t say anything, not that I would have heard him with the music in my ears and the blood rushing to my core. No, he simply lowered himself onto the blanket and covered my body with his.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered his lips to mine. I moaned as he thrust his cock against me. Maroon 5 played in my ears, putting a soundtrack to the moment, and I turned my head to the side as Bane’s lips moved from my mouth, down my throat, and lower, until his tongue was darting beneath my bikini top.

Brazenly, I undid the clasp on my top and moved it out of his way, eager to feel that mouth on my breasts. He sucked the pebbled tip between his lips and sucked, causing my back to arch up off of the ground and my hips to thrust against him.

God, I was on fire.

I needed him, everywhere, all at once.

My palms caressed down his back until I reached the hem of his shirt, then I lifted and yanked, wanting him to get the hint and take it off. He did, lifting off of me quickly to shuck the cotton off and throw it to the side.

Then we were skin on skin. Hot flesh meeting and causing an inferno between us.

Bane moved to slide my bottoms down my legs, then stood and quickly rid himself of his shorts and boxers.

God, he was glorious. All male… muscles and bronzed skin. I itched to touch every inch of him and when he lowered back down to cover me, I began my exploration.

I’d barely reached his tight ass when his finger found my entrance and he began to tease me mercilessly.

“Yes,” I moaned, my legs falling open and hips shifting to urge him closer. “Please, Bane.”

He answered my plea by easing two fingers inside of me, then beginning to move.

My eyes fluttered closed as I lost myself to the sensation, which is why I wasn’t expecting his tongue on my clit.

Oh, but I was so happy it was there.

My hands gripped his hair as he fingered me and tasted me with his mouth. He worked me over until I was writhing beneath him, so close to coming I could taste it, then I lost his mouth and fingers, only to gain his cock.

Bane entered me quickly, not stopping until he was fully seated, his balls slapping against me. He’d lifted my hips off of the ground and was deeper than any man had ever been, and as he began to thrust in and out, I fell over the edge and came beautifully, with his name on my lips.

I was almost done, about to fall into that blissful daze after glorious lovemaking, when Bane bent over me and bit down on my shoulder.

“Holy, shit,” I cried as another orgasm hit, this one fifty times stronger, harder, and better than the first.

Bane shouted above me and found his own release, and after a few more thrusts, we were both left panting, trying to catch our breath.

Before I could fully regain my faculties and speak, Bane was up, and I was being lifted into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck and held on as he carried me into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once inside, he moved to the bathroom and set me down as he started the shower.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My body red, flushed, my face satisfied, and that angry looking bite mark on my shoulder. My fingers came up to touch it softly, but they were brushed aside and replaced by Bane’s tongue.

He licked the skin gently as he found my eyes in the mirror.

“What does it mean?” I whispered.

“It’s my claiming mark,” Bane replied, his tone rough, sexy.

I had more questions, but he was pulling me into the shower, and grabbing the body wash to lather his hands. He placed them on my breasts and began to wash, then moved along the length of my body, not letting one inch go untouched.

By the time he was done, I was primed and itchy, wanting him again.

I grabbed the body wash and mimicked his moves, pausing to pay special attention to his cock.

Bane’s head fell back and I felt his groan deep inside.

I got a few more stokes in before he knocked my arms away and stepped under the spray.

“I want to come inside you,” he said, and since it sounded good to me, I didn’t argue.