Cedric cursed and pulled out before plunging back in. His hips pistoned against the cushion of her backside. He’d never favored willowy fey-like women, preferring a woman closer to his size. Anne was a perfect match—her muscled body with elegant lines and rich curves was the most erotic thing he’d ever felt beneath him. She met his energy with her own, and he was relieved and excited. He’d feared taking her like this would upset her, but now he was unable to regret his actions.
To finally have her in the way he’d craved for years, it was too much, the pleasure too intense. Every instinct screamed with animal intent, to bind her to him forever. Now he had made her his, as much as any man could possess a woman. Men so often deluded themselves into believing they controlled the fairer s*x, w
