One Night, Six Days & A Date Later...

His hands gripped her hips hard and she pushed back into him, taking in more of his considerable length. He filled her up completely and she knew nothing else. Not her name. Not where they were.

Another thrust in, deep enough to impale her, and she was mewling, and screaming. Every so slowly, he pulled out, rubbing his tip against her entrance. Ivette went wild, moving against his tip and arching her ass further into him.

“Fucking hell, lass,” He breathed.

She’d never thought she would like being called lass, but on his tongue that had licked every inch of her body, and his lips that trailed kisses down the small of her back to her cheeks, it sounded like a prayer.

He slammed into her with abandon and Ivette screamed with pleasure. Nothing should feel this good. This. . .was sin. Tension built up in her, arching her back, her toes, and it rose still, causing her to shake uncontrollably. Her entire world had been reduced to nothing. He drove harder into her, groaning and Ivette matched his movements, tightening her inner muscles as she did.

He growled and flipped her roughly on her back.

She gazed into his brown eyes that had darkened with lust and she smiled, tongue darting out to lick her lips. His eyes caught the movement and he stilled, as if remembering where her tongue had been only a few minutes ago, and how it had swept over his tip and curled around him until his knees had buckled.

His lips slammed against hers and at the same time, he slid into her. She bucked, moaning hoarsely, and gripping his hair tight enough to pull it out as she urged him to go faster, harder. He did and she felt electricity zap through her when his tongue found her nipple and clamped down on it.

Stars exploded in her vision as a release, great enough to fracture her body, soul and mind into bits, tore through her, shattering even the ground underneath the king-sized bed and she vaguely registered the pain that shot through her back as she hit the headboard.

Her gaze lifted to his as she panted, still quivering. Covered in sweat that dripped down on her, he was still the most stunning man she’d ever seen. She wanted to lick it off him. Taste the salt of him on her tongue. Ivette told him as much as a purr escaped her when he hardened in her.

He dropped his head in the hollow of her shoulder and murmured against her skin as he moved faster in her. “What is your name, lass?”

“Whatever you call me,” She moaned.

“Tell me,” He whispered, dragging his tongue on the curve of her ear.

She gasped. “Ivette King.”