He released her wrists long enough to strip off his own clothes with efficient, violent movements. Shirt torn open. Belt unbuckled. Pants shoved down and kicked away.
And then he was naked before her, and Eve's breath caught.
She'd seen him before. Touched him. Tasted him. But seeing all of him now, knowing he was finally going to be inside her....it was different.
He was magnificent. Six-four of raw power, muscles carved like marble, scars and tattoos telling stories across his skin. And his cock...God, his cock...jutted thick and hard from his body, easily fourteen inches of intimidating perfection.
Eve's thighs clenched involuntarily.
"Scared?" he asked, prowling toward her.
"No." Her chin lifted. "I can take you."
"We'll see." He backed her toward the bed, predatory and focused. "But first, I'm going to make you so wet, so desperate, that when I finally push inside you'll be begging me not to stop."
