Midnight Untamed (Midnight Breed 14.5)

She caught her lip between her teeth as the aftershocks rippled along her nerve endings, while beneath the pleasure another climax was already beginning to build. “Ettore, please…”

He knew what she needed. Shifting his weight, he positioned himself between her spread thighs. Her body was more than ready for him, slick and hot and open. Yet it was still a shock to feel the impossible thickness of him as he pushed the head of his cock inside her, then thrust to fill her with the hard length of his shaft.

“Bella,” he uttered tightly, “you have to tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“No.” She shook her head, even as tears welled in her eyes. “Oh, God…it feels so good. I thought I remembered, but this…”

“I know, baby.” He started to move within her, rocking slowly at first, each stroke taking him deeper, pushing further inside her, until she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

“Ah, love,” he murmured. “Your body is so tight around me. So damned perfect. I can’t—”

His words were lost to the feral groan that ripped out of him. Caging her between his forearms, he drove inside her faster, deeper, untamed in his need. His handsome face contorted with the ferocity of his thrusts, his fangs so enormous they filled his mouth.

Bella’s gaze fixed on those diamond-bright points as he crashed against her. She couldn’t get enough either. She wanted all of him. Not just this moment and the wish that it might last. She wanted forever with Ettore Selvaggio.

After just one time together and ten long years in between, he was still the only man she craved.

In her heart—to the depths of her soul—she knew he was the only man she would ever love.

Chapter 9

Savage didn’t fully understand the depth of his mistake until he was buried within Bella’s velvet, wet heat. She moaned and sighed as he rolled his hips against her. Her hands roamed his back, her fingernails skating down the valley of his spine, scoring him as he pushed her toward the peak of her release.

Damn, she was lovely. Sweetly angelic, yet sexy as hell. She always had been, but now there was a strength in her too.

There was a power inside her, one that had been forged in the fire of what she’d endured the past three years. No longer the sheltered innocent, but a resilient woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

And, incredibly, what she wanted was him.

Still.

The realization stunned him, humbled him. Made him want to hold her close and never let her go.

One taste of her a decade ago had ruined him for any other woman.

Now, every cell in his body was hammering with the need to make her his alone.

In flesh and vow.

God help him, he wanted to claim her in blood too.

He wanted that with a ferocity he’d never known.

Not true, he corrected. He had wanted Bella as his blood-bonded mate even then. Ten years of absence from her had only solidified that resolve.

He loved her, and blood bond or not, he knew he would destroy any male who thought to take her away from him now.

“You’re mine, Bella.”

He growled the words as he pumped into her, knowing they sounded more like a demand than pledge.

They were both. They were his purpose for breathing, and he couldn’t pretend they were anything less.