“More, damn it,” he ordered. “Give me more.” His tongue and fingers were ruthless, demanding, driving her up faster the second time, greedy for her orgasm, for the breathy sound of his name as she gave herself to him, trusted him with her body. With her mind. With her heart. His.

Pepper couldn’t possibly stop herself, not when he was being so bossy and arrogant, not when his mouth was making her burn so hot she couldn’t think of anything but him. She rarely thought of anything but him, unless it was the babies, but they were far from even the edges of her consciousness. Her body fragmented, came apart, and still he didn’t stop, licking and sucking and using his teeth in a way that should have alarmed her but only made her want more.

She tried holding the sheet to anchor herself, bunching the material into her fists, but she flew apart and he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Already, even as the aftershocks started, the next one was rolling up, harder and faster with far more power.

“Wyatt.” She tried to call his name, but it came out a sob. A gasp. A plea. It came out a breathy moan and her body exploded a third time.

He was up and over her, slamming into her hard, his large cock driving through her hot folds like a jackhammer, an invasion that felt shocking. He was too big, her body too tight, but she unfolded for him, the friction making her sob and plead all over again. He lifted his head to watch her face as he pounded into her. She couldn’t see that his injuries in any way had slowed him down.

God, he was beautiful. His face should have been carved in stone by a master, his body, hard and hot and purely masculine. His cock filled her. Completely. Beyond possible and still, she wanted more of him, all of him. She loved that he poured himself into her. That he was a little rough, and yet always caring of her.

She felt the pressure building and building, something powerful coiling tighter and tighter. The burn just got hotter and hotter. She closed her eyes, needing to let go.

“Don’ you dare,” he ordered, and leaned down to place a stinging bite on her left earlobe. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want you lookin’ at me when you come. And you wait for me this time. Let it build, babe. Just look at me.”

She loved that too. She shouldn’t. He was too bossy in bed, but still, she reaped the benefits and his body never once stopped pounding into hers. She didn’t see how she could stop the inevitable, but she tried, lifting her lashes, looking into his eyes. She loved his eyes, the way they began to glow like a great jungle cat’s. She loved the way they focused on her, so predatory, so hungry and yet, she could see something else there. Something soft and exclusive, just for her.

“Wyatt.” She whispered his name, brought her hand up to stroke her fingers down his face. “I can’t…”

“You can. You will.”

She was getting lost in him. Completely lost. In his face. In his eyes. In his relentless, almost brutal cock surging in and out of her. The flames were scorching hot and there was no way to breathe. To hang on. She clung to his shoulders, driving her fingernails into him. She clung to his eyes, drowning there, giving herself up to him. Waiting for him. Knowing it was worth the wait. Knowing he was worth whatever it would take to soothe the monster inside of him.

Satisfaction crossed his dark features. He leaned down and took her mouth. Hard. Savagely hard. Now. Baby. Give me you.

She did. The tsunami swept through her with hurricane force, her muscles clamped down like a vise and swept him up in the furious storm. A firestorm. A lightning storm. Flames licked over both of them. The hoarse sound of her name poured down her throat along with his breath as her sheath strangled him in silken fire. She could feel him so deep inside her she was afraid he would lodge in her stomach. It didn’t matter. Just this. Wyatt in her arms, his body deep inside hers and the look on his face, in his eyes when he lifted his mouth from hers to stare down at her.

He didn’t move. Didn’t shift his weight from her. He covered her, his cock deep inside of her, still semihard as Wyatt seemed to always be. His hands framed her face.

“I love everythin’ about you, Pepper. I love that you’re the mother of my children. I’m sorry I’m an ass sometimes, and I wish I could promise you it won’ happen again, but I think we have a better chance of it bein’ the truth if I promised you it would happen again.”

His confession made her toes want to curl. She loved that he was lying on top of her, pinning her beneath him, and when he looked at her, there was both a soft, special look in his eyes and a sheer male satisfaction. “I know that, Wyatt.”

“You goin’ to put up with me?”

“Yes. But I can’t promise I won’t kick you once in a while. Don’t embarrass me in front of your friends. I don’t know the rules of your world yet, Wyatt.” She pushed at his hair, liking the way it fell around his face. “I don’t always know what I’m supposed to wear or say or do. I’m just learning. Don’t take my confidence away like that again.”

“Pepper.” He groaned her name and kissed her eyes. Her chin. Her throat. And then came to settle on her mouth. He knew how to kiss. How to pour fire down her throat. How to make her body go soft and melt, just like her heart. He knew how to give her the most delicious aftershocks possible. But still, “Pepper” was not an answer. Not even when he said it in that voice.

“If you feel the need to reprimand me, you can take me in another room, or talk to me telepathically. You don’t have to be so… brutal about it.”