It was something I’d considered, but right now I just wanted his other hand on my nipple and that piercing of his teasing my clit.

“Okay.”

He must have sensed my need—maybe it was the fact that I was writhing on the bed beneath him? Because he pulled back and gripped the base of his cock, giving it a hard tug.

“I gotta be inside you.” My head bobbed in agreement as he fit the head to my entrance, and thrust home.

Everything in my world contracted to shades of Lord.

My body tensed at the sudden invasion—he was so damn big—but miracle of miracles, since I was so wet from my orgasms earlier, he slid deep with no resistance.

“Omigod,” I breathed.

“Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn tight.” He threw his head back, and his Adam’s apple worked along his strong throat as he froze above me. “Jesus.” Dropping his head forward, he met my eyes. “This is gonna be a helluva ride.”

I nodded, I think. Maybe? I lost track of everything when he started to thrust. Streaks of pleasure zipped through me, and I wondered if I could spontaneously combust from orgasm. Every move sent me higher, and the piercing ground against my clit on the down strokes, sending fireworks of sensation bursting out and shimmering through every nerve ending.

“Wrap your legs around my hips.”

I didn’t bristle at the order. Hell no. Because whatever he wanted from me, as long as I kept feeling like this, I’d do it in an instant.

In the new position, my pelvis tilted up, and Lord drove deeper, harder, and faster. Pleasure coiled and tightened in me until it was poised to snap.

“Touch yourself. I want to see those fingers on that sweet little clit of yours.”

Again, I followed orders, gladly. Within seconds, I was unraveling.

“Fuuuck,” Lord groaned. “You’re gonna take me there before I’m ready.”

When he stilled, I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. I don’t care. I just want more.”

Lord’s lips found my neck, nipping, sucking, and biting his way up my jaw, to my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hips pulled back, and he fucked me with the same intensity that he kissed me.

All the sensations collided harder and faster. The feel of his cock, pistoning away. The added perfection of the piercing. His hands—one gripping my ass and the other buried my hair. And then his growled words.

“So fucking perfect. I’ll never get enough.”

I shattered.

Lord’s shout matched mine, and he thrust once, twice, and a final time before stilling above me, pulsing his release inside me.

Wrecked.

I was wrecked.

Lord pulled out, climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom, and then slid back in beside me and wrapped me in his arms.

“We’re gonna be really fucking late, because I’m not leaving until I get a repeat performance,” he said, his breath tickling my ear.

I twisted in his arms so I was facing him, my head resting on his thickly muscled chest.

“Mmkay.”

After round two—Lord was a cuddler, who knew—he lifted my limp body off the bed and carried me to the bathroom. “Come on, we need to clean up, and then we gotta go.”

When he set me down, my legs barely worked. I was pretty sure my bones were some kind of liquid now. I was going to have to work on my stamina to be up to the test of this relationship.

My knees wobbled. Relationship?

Lord studied me as he reached into the shower and turned on the water. “Everything good?”

I nodded, my head bobbing like a moron.

“You sure?”

Apparently my amazing bobblehead action didn’t look too convincing.

“Just fine. Still recovering.” From whatever spell you’ve worked over me. But am I really recovering or slipping deeper? And then the man turned and stepped into the tub.

Fuck me.

That ass? It was sublime now that I had it up close and personal and in the light. I couldn’t stop my questing fingers from reaching out and cupping it.

Go ahead and laugh, but you would’ve done the same damn thing if you were faced with this kind of perfection.

Lord stilled, and he was probably staring down at my trespassing hand, but I didn’t even care.

He twisted toward me, and all of a sudden my hand wasn’t cupping his ass; it was connecting with his once-again hard, and still very perfect, cock.

“You’re killing me.”

Lord’s booming laughter filled the small bathroom. To the room in general he said, “You’d think she didn’t just have a handful of orgasms.” He grabbed my hand and tugged. “Come on, you’re getting in the shower.”

“But—”

“My dick ain’t going anywhere,” he said. “Hell, with as much as I want to fuck you, you’ll probably be sick of the thing in a few days.”

I climbed into the shower, mumbling, “Unlikely,” as the steam hit my face and the water sluiced off my skin and hair. “I can’t help it that your body is ridiculous. It’s not even fair.”

Lord’s hands slid up my hips. “If it works for you, I’m sure not complaining.” He lowered his head and his lips—and then his teeth—skimmed along my ear lobe.

As he’d just said, it was like I hadn’t just had a handful of orgasms. My nipples puckered, and Lord didn’t miss them. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs flicked my nipples before pinching and rolling them between his fingers.

A shameless moan broke free from my lips. I had no defenses against him. He was going to own my body, and from there it was only a short hop, skip, and a jump to more guarded parts.

When he released me, I slid to my knees, my hands gripping his thickly muscled thighs.

“You shouldn’t be going to your knees for me, woman. You shouldn’t be going to your knees for any man.”

His words threw me, but not before his hands gripped under my armpits and pulled me up. “But—”

“You want to suck my dick, you do it while you’re kneeling above me. I don’t ever want to see you on the ground on your knees.”

“But you did it for me,” I protested.

“Because you deserve to be worshipped.”

I released a harsh breath as tears sprang to my eyes. I blinked them back, still staring up at him.

Speechless. That’s what I was. Speechless.