The gritty warning can’t stop me from wanting him. “Whatever it is, I don’t care right now.”

The light illuminates his greed in between deep shadows. He touches my shoulder. “Lily. Wait.”

“I have waited.” I unclasp my bra, his gaze following my hands. “Way too long.”

The last stitch of lace falls from my breasts. I step out of my dress and grab his tie. I loosen it around his neck. I kiss his throat.

He darkens. “You should know what you’re getting into.”

“More secrets? That surprising.”

His hand splays over my back. “I like it rough.”

Even more shocking. “You’ve told me.”

“I’ve underplayed how much I like it.” His touch sweeps down my neck to graze my collarbone. “I’ve tried controlling myself, but—”

A laugh escapes my mouth. “Are you going to break the bedposts?”

“Maybe.” A smirk plays on his lips, which hover over mine. “I don’t want to scare you. Sometimes my emotions get the better of me.”

I undo his buttons. “It happens to the best of us.”

“You haven’t seen me when I let go.” He stills my hand’s movements. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

I pull his tie, forcing him closer. “Then don’t.”

I’ve noticed flashes of an animalistic roughness. August wields his impulses recklessly. 

A wild storm builds, darkening his eyes. He breathes in a simmering wave. Then we kiss.

And everything shatters.

August kisses me with bruising pressure. His tongue lashes my senses. My spine bumps into the wall, hands pinned to my sides. I can’t caress him.

He grabs my waist, seized with a raw passion I’ve never seen before. He doesn’t know what to do with me. I gasp as the stab of desire moves to my chest and nipple. A sharp pain hits my breast, mingling with the wet heat sliding around the sensitive skin.

He bit me like some kind of animal.

A growl erupts from him as he embraces me. I lift in the air. The room spins in a fast circle before I’m dumped on the bed. He halts, shirt hanging half open. A sliver of August shines through his greed. 

I don’t recognize him.

Without breaking his gaze, he tears his shirt and hurls it away. His knee sinks into the mattress. His weight covers me.

I trace the fury building in his features. “Stop holding back.”

The fingers at my neck seize. He yanks me, baring my throat as though to bite. Another hand gropes my tits, his thumb squeezing my nipples. Pleasure ripples through my body. I could have him stroke me all day—as though it’ll kill him if he stops.

He sweeps my hips, across my thigh, to the mound that’s already slick. He kisses me, the pressure so intense my head pounds. I grab his neck. He makes circles over my clit, teasing my entrance. A whinnying sound escapes my lips. 

He pounces, flattening me when I arch. “You’re mine.”

With a kiss, he steals my breath. I feel myself drifting like particles. It won’t be long before I give in and lose my mind to lust, but I’m not on birth control. And I should tell him.

“Every part of you.” August pinches me. “And I will fuck you so goddamn hard, Lily.”

I don’t care about the risks or how I said I’d wait. This is right. I’ve never craved anything so badly. 

I want him inside me, and I want it to hurt. “Please.” 

He stretches me. My hands sweep his muscled back flexing and rippling into stone. I reach his waist and find the even harder bulge.

He fists my hair. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

I unzip his slacks and seize him. He takes my hand, forcing it above. With the other, he rips the last stitch of clothing from his legs. He slides my thighs apart. They encircle his waist. His eyes darken. My heart throbs at their feral gleam.

I’ve waited for this. I need him.

He enters me in a swift stroke. 

My moan rockets to the ceiling as he buries himself to the hilt, mouth crushed against my breasts. He grips my waist, yanking my body. He bites me, the pain mimicking the stabbing, but it feels good.

It’s incredible.

The rutting knocks the breath from my lungs. I’m dizzy with the lack of air and the sensations. I had no idea sex could be like this.

August’s lips drag from one breast to the other, sucking and biting until I’m raw. His cock hammers me, sometimes fast, always with a brutal pressure. He twitches inside me, and a burst of warmth coats my walls. Energy shudders through his thighs as he pulses. His forehead streaks with sweat. Powerful gusts blow over my skin. 

But he’s not done.

He pulls out, hard enough to pound nails. A streak of cum follows his head. He flips me. “On your knees.”

I’m too slow to obey, and he slaps my ass. “There’s more where that came from.” A rumble of amusement cracks through his tension. “I’m not finished with you.”

His knees nudge mine apart, and I feel him sliding into me. I cry out as he ruts me deep, arms shaking from his rough thrusts. My palms slide on the comforter. He drags my hips, entering me like a jackhammer. 

My elbows buckle. He takes my waist and plays with me. I shut my eyes, lost in the feeling. He pinches me. His length rides against my clit. Electricity zips up my spine. I lose myself in the pleasure and frenzy, listening to August’s ragged breathing. Ecstasy coils like a spring, ever tightening until he bites my neck and surrenders with a moan.

His hips jerk. My orgasm shakes from the swell of his cock, which releases a tide of wet warmth. August draws back, buries himself again with another roar.

His gasps blow over me like the bellows of a large beast. He kisses me, gradually easing the pressure of his teeth. He lets out a long sigh, sounding like himself again.

My glow radiates from our joined bodies, melting me into the bed. August flips me over, still buried inside.

“Wow.” That’s all I can say. “You thought I wouldn’t like this?”

He touches my chin, softening. “You were made for me.”

I wipe the beads of sweat from his face, tasting salt on his lips. He returns the kiss, soft at first, and then with a bite. 

“Fuck, I can’t stop myself.” August yanks me into his chest, tongue dancing with mine. “Let’s shower.”

He tugs me upright, hand closed on my wrist as though I’ll run off. My heart pounding, I follow him through the darkness into the bathroom. He flips the light switch. “Look at you.”

A wild August stares at me through the mirror. The sight of his carved physique pressed into me sends butterflies soaring. His unshaven jaw scraped and rubbed my skin bright red. 

He turns me away from the doors. 

“Aren’t we going to get clean?”

He kisses the shell of my ear, voice darkening again. “If I want you again, I’ll fucking have you.”

And he shoves me forward. I brace myself, knocking aside cosmetics as August forces my legs apart and slides into me. 

“Oh my God.” I bend over, gasping at the quick, brutal thrusts. My hands smudge the glass. I’m sore, but pleasure gradually pushes past the pain. August grabs my tits and fucks me. I feel him lengthen inside me until he’s ready to fill me again, and he does. Jets of warmth spill down my thighs as he releases a strangled yell. And then he yanks my head by the hair to kiss my mouth. His hips smack mine. I cry into his lips as ecstasy shakes through my body. 

“I’ve never been fucked like that.” 

His only response is a smile.