Ellie moaned into his mouth while his fingertips traced the line of her sex, teasing her when his finger came close to entering her pu**y. She pushed back against his body more, angling her h*ps to urge him to do just that. Fury growled into her mouth in response. His canine teeth slid against her tongue gently but Fury broke off the kiss. He breathed harsher when their gazes locked.

“I am going to lose control soon.” He lifted his h*ps against hers. He’d grown so hard his erection rubbed up against Ellie where his fingers were tracing the seam of her labia. He growled deeper, almost viciously. “Am I doing this right for you, the way you want?”

She nodded.

“I think you are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” she breathed. She thought of him as perfection.

He snarled, a scary sound.

She looked up at him to see his frown.

“What?”

“I’m not beautiful.”

She smiled. “I think you are. It’s a good thing.”

“Women are beautiful.”

“Men are too when they look the way you do.”

His frown deepened.

Ellie smiled. “Communication breakdown?”

He softly sighed. “Agreed.”

She laughed softly.

“You’re laughing during sex?”

“That’s a great thing. I’m having a good time.”

“I’m not. I want inside you so much it hurts.”

She bit her lip to avoid laughing again. “Breeze and I talked. She mentioned something about mounting.” She dropped forward to her hands to bend in front of him and turned her head to give him a sexy look over her shoulder. Her legs spread, her back arched, and she pushed her ass up. “Is this right?”

He draped his body over hers in a heartbeat, caging her inside his arms. His chest pressed tightly against her back. “Yes.”

“Go ahead.” Her gaze held his. “Mount me, Fury. I want you to.”

“I will be gentle.”

“I hope so. You’re pretty big. Go slow to give me time to adjust to you.”

He reached between them. Ellie closed her eyes to concentrate on the wondrous sensation of the crown of his c**k sliding, teasing the length of her slick folds. It brushed her swollen clit, drew a moan from her, and then pressed against the entrance of her vagina. She was wet and ready for him, soaked with desire. He growled deep. His chest against her back rumbled from the sound as he started to press inside.

“Relax.”

She swallowed. “I am.”

His c**k had appeared pretty thick and memory of their first time verified that. When he started to breach her pu**y it resisted the broad tip, not wanting to admit something that size. Another growl tore from Fury’s throat. He pushed inside her more, made her body stretch to fit him, and Ellie fought a loud moan at the immediate satisfaction of him filling the ache there. She feared he’d mistake it for pain if she made a sound. Fury froze and withdrew a little. He pushed forward again, delved deeper into her pu**y. He groaned.

“Talk to me,” he suddenly urged in a frantic tone.

Ellie’s eyes flew open and she twisted her head to see a pained expression on his face. “What do you want me to say? I can’t think when you’re doing that. Don’t stop. It feels good. I can take you.”

He bit his lip. “Tell me not to hurt you. Tell me not to lose control and not to force my way into you so hard and deep that I make you scream. You’re so tight I’m afraid I’ll tear you up by being too rough. I want to f**k you hard and fast.”

It stunned Ellie. “Is that what you want to do?”

He growled.

“Sit back.”

His entire body tensed. “Why?”

“Please?”

He cursed viciously and withdrew totally from her body. Ellie straightened up when Fury collapsed to sit on his legs. He gripped his thighs hard enough that his knuckles turned white. His eyes were nearly black in color and filled with a look of frustrated passion.

Ellie eased back and curled her fingers around his cock. He closed his eyes, groaned, and his big frame quivered. It amazed her that just her touch created such a strong reaction from his body. She shifted closer to him and positioned her h*ps over his c**k with her bent legs between his, her back to him, nearly sitting on his lap. Their gazes locked when his eyes snapped open.

“Can you hold really still?”

“If it kills me,” he swore.

“Don’t go that far.”

Ellie lowered her h*ps until the head of his c**k pressed against her entrance again. She wiggled until his c**k slid into her pu**y with less resistance but he still felt too big, the fit too snug. The feeling became nearly painful but pleasurable too. She rose up and lowered herself. She kept doing it, each time she’d press down, Fury’s c**k filled her more. Soft noises rumbled from him as a fine sheen of sweat broke out over his skin from the way he fought to control that big body of his.

He kept his hands locked on his thighs. Ellie moaned, moved against him a little faster, adjusted to him, until she completely sat on his lap, taking all of him. The sensation was amazingly good with him buried there, a part of her, and she loved that connected feeling she experienced. Every steely inch of him inside her pu**y caressed sensitive nerves.

“Ellie,” he rasped.

Ellie experienced a moment of shock when Fury suddenly moved. He pushed both of them forward until he positioned her on her hands and knees under him. He took control by thrusting into her faster. She moaned every time his h*ps hit her ass. He was incredible, powerful, and raw ecstasy bloomed with each thrust. His lips brushed her shoulder with a kiss. He lifted a hand from the bed, wrapped it tightly around her waist to hold her in place, and seemed to let go of what little control he’d kept.