“I’ll tell you, honey, now slow.”

I went slow.

I couldn’t do slow.

It was undoing me.

My hands slid up to the sides of his neck and I begged, “Raiden.”

One of his hands slid up to my breast, covered it and his thumb rubbed hard against my nipple.

I moved faster and gasped, “Raiden!”

“Slow down, Hanna.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered as I forced myself to do what he said.

His thumb kept at my nipple, and it built, and built, and built until I felt like my skin was going to split open.

“Raiden, honey, please.”

His other hand moved up my back, his fingers went into my hair, fisted and he growled against my lips, “Okay, Hanna, f**k me hard now, baby.”

Instantly, I complied.

Just as instantly, Raiden’s finger met his thumb, he tugged hard at my nipple and that seared through me.

I moaned against his lips and rode him harder.

“Fuck, but my girl is f**king magnificent,” he rumbled. “Harder, baby, f**k me.”

I f**ked him harder, gasping, whimpering, moaning. One of my hands slid into his hair and just like his at mine, it fisted. Hard.

“That’s it, baby, ride me,” he grunted as I moved. “Fuck. Magnificent. You gonna give it to me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, and his hand left my breast, traveled down and shot between my legs.

“Then give it to me,” he ordered.

His thumb tweaked my cl*t and that was all I needed.

I drove down and grinded in. My head flew back, my back arched and I cried out as I flew apart.

“Un-fucking-believable,” I heard Raiden rasp.

Then I was on my back, Raiden’s h*ps slamming into mine and I took him, still coming, my limbs clutching him to me, my hand still fisted in his hair. I lifted my h*ps to give him more even when it left me and I shoved my face in his neck.

“Fuck me harder, sweetheart,” I gasped into his neck. His hand still in my hair tugged back, but his face stayed in my neck and his c**k drove hard and deep.

Then I felt his teeth sink into my flesh as his fingers fisted tighter in my hair. I whimpered as pain that came as pleasure hit and an aftermath shiver of pure bliss whispered through me.

Raiden planted himself to the root. I felt him come, and when he did he groaned so deep into my neck it traveled through my throat and felt like it shook the bed.

I held on and gloried when my body jolted as his h*ps jerked through his own aftermath of thrusts, pounding into me, once, twice, again and again, then finally his orgasm began to wane and the thrusts gentled, became glides and he stopped deep.

He didn’t stroke me, he didn’t work my neck with his mouth. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t either. I just held on and laid there, feeling him connected to me, in my bed. All we’d just done, what he’d demanded from me, what that meant he gave to me and the fact that I’d trusted it all to him. And Raiden had made it worth it.

Completely.

That was hot.

It was amazing.

And it was beautiful.

Then he made it more beautiful when his lips slid to the skin under my ear and he muttered, “Be back,”, then his lips slid over my jaw as he slowly, so slowly, slid out.

He barely moved his body from over mine before he dragged my afghan over me to cover my nudity, then he rolled off the bed. I curled up on my side and watched as he walked into my bathroom.

I lay there, sated, feeling so fine I didn’t know anyone could feel that fine and thinking that I just took off my clothes, and na**d as the day I was born f**ked a beautiful fully clothed man and came so hard I might not need another orgasm for a decade.

This made me grin, which was what Raiden caught me doing when he walked out of the bathroom.

When he caught it, his amazing eyes warmed, his entire face softened and Raiden Miller in my bedroom grinned back.

Then he gave me more beautiful.

He stopped at the side of the bed and he did something remarkable, something I’d remember for the rest of my life.

It wasn’t the same, but it still was. While I watched, taking his time, Raiden took off his clothes. Giving me what I gave him, making what already was a happy memory for me, trusting that he would take care of me, do right by me, give me beauty, a happier memory when he gave it right back to me.

Then he put a knee to the bed, lifted the afghan, slid under it with me and pulled me into his arms.

On our sides, front to front, my arms around him, my head tucked under his chin, my forehead to his throat, cheek to his collarbone, I heard and felt his rumbled, “You good?”

“Um… they haven’t measured this level of good, thus it has as yet gone undefined, so the answer is yes, but the word is wrong.”

His arms tightened and his body started shaking.

Idiotically, I kept talking. “I’ll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion will be absofuckingmazing.”

Raiden’s body started shaking harder.

That was all the idiocy I had left in me. My orgasm drove the rest of it out, so I had nothing left to give except silently cuddling closer to Raiden.

He got control of his hilarity, his body quit shaking and his neck moved before I felt his lips on top of my hair where he murmured, “My girl came hard.”

I so did.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“I think you’re gonna have fun with the way I like to play,” he noted.

He was not wrong.

I didn’t answer. Just cuddled closer.

“Yeah, she’s gonna have fun,” he muttered into my hair, and I heard the smile in his voice. But there was no smile, his voice was gruff when he finished with, “My reward.”

That was twice he said that, but I let it go, mostly because I had a feeling he would tell me what that meant when it was his time.

He fell silent. I remained that way.

We held each other and Raiden only moved once, to lift a hand and brush the tips of his fingers tenderly along my neck at the place where his teeth sank in before his arm moved back around me to pull me closer.

There was something about that gesture, that touch. Something significant. Something I wasn’t sure I got, but something I liked. I didn’t question it, didn’t say a word; not willing to break the mood, not about to question that gesture of tenderness Raiden gave me, happy just to accept it silently.

After a while, I tilted my head back and his chin dipped down so I could catch his eyes.

Those eyes.

In my bed.

Looking at me.

I let that settle as I asked an important question.

“You want a hot fudge sundae?”