Whatever’s left of his control slips, and he takes me completely with one hard thrust. I moan into the kiss. Deep. He’s so fucking deep that I feel him everywhere. “Tell me you’re all right.” He’s already moving, thank gods. “I’m perfect.” Better than perfect. Power blazes beneath my skin again, buzzing in wordless, frenzied demand. “You feel so fucking good.” He slams back into me, again and again, as he sets a brutal, steady pace, his mouth sliding down my neck as his hand rises to cup my breast.
