He took her two more times before dawn broke over the horizon, and Eden readily spread her legs for him, forgetting everything else that should’ve mattered for another dizzying ride on his roller coaster. She felt him, heard an almost tortured groan choke him as he came deep inside her. The force of her orgasm consumed her, engulfed her in a blaze of white hot pleasure that blinded her to anything else. And her body, the all too willing supplicant, came undone at his command. “Come for me, Eden,” he demanded, his voice threaded with raw emotion. “Dom…Dom…” she panted, chanting his name like a pagan prayer, her beautiful sounds hailing him her deity as he felt her walls growing tight, her orgasm bearing down on him like a force of nature. His hips drove in hard, slamming into her and she held on, squeezing her legs around his waist while she rode his every thrust, surrendering to the cavalcade of emotions he made her feel. He caught her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled before plunging his tongue back into the sweetness of her mouth, depriving her of air, but it was breath Eden was all too willing to do without if it meant prolonging this euphoria. She dipped her head to steal a kiss that he instantly took charge of, and their tongues tangled. “This is Eden,” he murmured in silent wonder almost too quietly to himself, but she heard and her heart took it like oxygen. The insane need to feel her heart pushed him to drive deeper into her pliant body, a need he would never satisfy but never tired of trying. He pinned her arms above her head and nuzzled into her neck, taking into his lungs the sandalwood and citrus that smelled so much better on her skin than it ever did on his. Powerful legs maintained her weight as he began to move, long, smooth drives that filled a void in her that she hadn’t known was empty until now.

He manhandled her his large hands firmly gripped her thighs and hoisted her up against the wall until she stared down into his rapacious green eyes, eyes that held hers as he lowered her onto his cock, sliding simultaneously in molten flesh that greedily engulfed him. “So wet for me,” he growled, and she whimpered at his mercy. But that hand scrambled lower still, down her thighs until fingers found her hot slickness, running satisfyingly down the center. Her body involuntarily arched towards him, wanting more.

Wetness instantly pooled between her thighs as his roving hand frantically moved down the length of her body, cupping her breast through the thin layer of cotton, tweaking a distended nipple until she cried out in pleasure and pain.

Monster by francette phal