**
The wet sound of the thrusts filled the room. His mouth found my throat, then my breast, teeth grazing, and I arched into it and told him harder without caring how it landed.
He gave it to me harder.
The bedframe knocked the wall. My cunt clenched around him on every pull-back and he groaned like it hurt in the best way. One of his hands pinned my wrist above my head. The other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise and held me where he wanted me while he drove in to the hilt again and again.
"Missed this," he rasped against my ear. "Missed being inside you. Watching you run the yard and the dens and that mountain girl and knowing I couldn't put you on your back until the fucking day ended."
"Then don't stop."
He didn't.
