“You’re not ready.” God, he wanted her, too.
She smiled. “I’m ready.”
Well, they did have all night to play and explore. He supported her weight as she rose to her knees and tried to take him in. “Take your time,” he said.
She nodded and worked him in, slowly and barely an inch at a time. Wet warmth wrapped around him, squeezing hard.
His hold tightened while he kept himself in check. While he let her explore and play . . . learning her body. Learning his, too. Finally, a fucking century or two later, her body relaxed as her butt hit his groin. His muscles vibrated with the effort to stay still, and his heart thumped hard enough against his ribs to ache.
She glanced up, delight in her eyes. “I took all of you.” Even so, her mouth remained pinched, and her body stiff.
“Yeah, but it hurts, right?” he rumbled. He’d told her she wasn’t ready.
She grinned. “Yeah. You’re huge.”
Warmth filled him, and not just from the compliment. The woman was beginning to mean everything to him. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me?”
“Probably not.” Using his chest for balance, she slowly lifted up . . . and winced.
Enough. He shoved her back down, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the heated contact. Hot and wet, she gripped him hard enough that the beast inside him yanked against any chain of restraint. “You need to learn to listen, Belle.”
She gasped and struggled against him.
He kept her in place, waiting patiently until she stopped moving. “If you’d listened and gone slower, you wouldn’t be in pain.” He’d much rather be pounding into her and making them both happy than teaching a lesson, but she’d given him no choice. “Understand?”
She wiggled a little. “I’m not in a lot of pain, and if you’d start moving, I think it wouldn’t be so bad.”
He snorted. The minx was impossible. “I can do better than ‘not so bad.’” Flexing one hand around her hip in warning, he tweaked her nipple with the other one, just hard enough to add a little bite.
She breathed out, and her sex softened around him. More wetness coated his balls.
Sliding his hand down her torso, he appreciated her toned abdomen before zeroing in on her clit. The small bundle of nerves protruded, begging for a caress. He indulged her, making circular motions.
She whimpered and tried to gyrate against him, but he wouldn’t let her move. “My way, Belle.”
Frustration curled her lip, while the hand in his hair tugged.
He pinched.
She gasped and stilled, her eyes widening.
“Let go of my hair.” He punctuated each word with a little tug.
She released him hastily, her internal walls clenching his shaft like a vise.
“Better,” he murmured, continuing to play. He played with her clit, his other hand caressing her hip and butt, continuing until she writhed against him, her breathless moans echoing right through his body.
The beast inside roared for him to take, the leash nearly broken. Zane grabbed her neck and yanked her down for a hard kiss, mastering her mouth, taking what he wanted. She kissed him back with abandon, free and giving. So damn sweet he’d do anything to keep her safe.
He released her mouth. “Who’s in charge?”
She blinked, surprise mingling with the need in her eyes.
Not for one second had he forgotten. “Belle?”
“You are,” she breathed. So much need crossed her face, he doubted she cared about the words. But it was a start.
He released her. She might have given the words he’d wanted, but she’d also taken everything he was. Body and soul, Janie Kayrs owned him. Always would. “Now you’re ready, baby. Go for it.”
