His name was a ragged tear in the fabric of the air, a sound she didn’t recognize as her own. It was lost, swallowed by the groan of the floorboards and the crackle of the hearth as he drove into her.
He filled her. Completely. Utterly. A stretching, burning fullness that was pain and pleasure fused into one indivisible point of sensation. Her back arched, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Her nails, which had been scrabbling against the fur rug, found purchase on the hard muscle of his back, digging into the skin stretched taut over his shoulder blades.
He stilled, buried to the hilt, his body a cage of heat and strength around hers. His forehead dropped to hers, his breath hot and ragged against her mouth. The grey of his eyes was almost black, the storm within them raging, and sh
