He broke the kiss, lip curling in a silent snarl as he lowered her back down and she squeezed harder.

“Damn you.” The breath exploded out of him, the whites of his eyes gleaming as he nipped at her chin. Muscle bulged in his forearms as he urged her up, thrusting his cock into her harder, faster, until she could feel the burn between them.

Nibbling along his jawline, she bit his earlobe gently. “Fuck me, Barrons.” A dirty little whisper that earned her a hard thrust. Yes. Mina reveled in it. “Untie me. Let me touch you,” she murmured, gasping for each breath as he pounded into her. He liked her to beg, did he? “Please. Please.”

Barrons tore at the shirt holding her other hand and she sank both of her hands into his hair, curling her palms against his scalp as she tried to press closer. Barrons caught her under the bottom, thighs straining as he lifted her out of the chair.

One step. Two. Her back hit the bed as he followed her down, Barrons’s entire weight crushing her down into the mattress as he slid back inside her. She couldn’t stop herself from writhing beneath him. He was plunging into her now, years of pent-up tension between them coming to the fore. The tendons in his throat tightened, his teeth bared as he clenched his eyes shut. So close. Her heart reveled in it. She couldn’t take her eyes off his face.

Barrons ground to a halt, his breath harsh and muted against her shoulder as he shuddered. “You are the devil, you know that?”

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“I don’t intend to.” The next thrust was slow and deep. He laughed under his breath. “But you make me forget myself. A gentleman always takes care of his lady…” The smokiness of his voice spilled heat all the way through her.

“You are taking care of me.”

Easing up onto his elbows, he shifted the angle of her hips, the next thrust taking her by surprise. She felt it deep within her, her entire body tightening and her nails digging into his upper arms. Not quite certain if she liked the raw intensity of this feeling.

“Mmm.” He closed his eyes, lips parted. “That feels good. So fucking good.”

Mina writhed, trying to tempt him. “I like it when you lose control.”

His eyes opened. A dangerous challenge filled them. “You first, Your Grace.” Rolling onto one elbow, he slid his hand between them, fingers gliding down through the thatch of red hair between her thighs and over slick, sensitive skin. Mina grabbed his shoulders, holding on for dear life. With his hips pinning hers, she had no escape. It was shockingly intense. She couldn’t hide from him here—couldn’t control any of this…

“No. No,” she moaned, shaking her head, crying out as he stroked the small, hard bud just above where they joined. Her entire body shook.

“Yes.” Barrons slid her knee up, her heel resting on the indentation of his buttock as he rocked his cock into her. Filling her so deeply that she ached.

Pleasure was a hot, wicked flush in her abdomen. She couldn’t stop her body from clenching around his as he slowly fucked his way into her. A strangled sound tore from her throat, one hand fisting in the sheets as she shook her head, trying to deny it.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” he whispered.

Their eyes met. A finger stroked over her lazily and Mina bit her lip as her body arched helplessly.

“You do,” he whispered. “Don’t you?” Another lazy stroke, his fingertip circling that swollen bud.

Mina held her breath, her hips arching up, up…

He bit her ear, the words a hot temptation. “Do you think of me when you do it?”

The words followed her over the edge. She couldn’t control herself, thrashing beneath him, her nails scoring desperate marks in his flesh. Her entire body shook, locked around his.

The second she felt herself coming down from the edge he thrust hard, riding over something deep inside her. Mina came again with a shocked cry, clutching at the hard sinew of his shoulders.

Again. Her eyes shot wide and she threw her head back as he surged inside her. Hard, wet slaps. Flesh against flesh as he finally let her hips tilt back down until she could manage the explosive sensations inside her. She was shaking all over.

With a rough growl, Barrons quivered, spilling his hot seed inside her. “Mina,” he breathed, collapsing atop her. “God.”

A little blaze of warmth lit inside her at the sound of her name and she reached out, hesitated, then rested her hand on his back, feeling the breath shudder through him. A tenuous touch, a silent question. Wanting to ask him to say her name again. Mina, he’d whispered, and it shivered inside her, all hot and molten.

Damn him, what was he doing to her?

It was all she could do to hold him. She had no energy left. Just enough to lie there, completely shattered, as his weight settled firmly on her, sinking them both into the mattress. Her ribs compressed and she couldn’t quite get enough breath, but when he moved to shift off her, she dragged him back down.

For the longest time, she clung to him and he held her, his face nuzzled against her throat. His breathing softened, his heart pounding against her breasts where they were crushed to his chest. She could feel him inside her still, wet and thick and softening…

Barrons finally lifted his head. “Hell,” he whispered gruffly. “I didn’t hurt you?”

Mina shook her head. “I’m not breakable, Barrons.”

He rolled off her, and she caught a flash of dark, dark eyes as the sudden rush of air left her feeling startlingly naked. The ache of his body echoed within her, and she could still feel the ghostly press of his weight upon her. Her hand lifted as he turned. Then hesitated.

Barrons scraped a hand over his face as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I never meant for that to happen,” he said, his hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees.

In that moment she felt a distance between them that seemed like one she would never—could never—breach. Biting her lip, Mina sat up, drawing the sheet to her breasts. The sashaying tickle of her unbound hair curled against her lower back. And her hand hovered there, not quite daring to touch him.

“Not like that. I just thought I should give you blood to help heal you. Christ—” He cupped his hands over his face and dragged them down until they formed clasped palms in front of his mouth.

Was that regret she heard in his voice? Mina’s heart dipped and she forced herself to reach out. Her hand slid down the long, smooth muscle on the right side of his spine, tracing the dips of each vertebra. Barrons tilted his head toward her, the smooth profile of his face catching her gaze. Mina opened her mouth, but the words couldn’t come out.