His hand closed around her throat as he shoved her back onto the silk, his dark eyes burning with a danger that made her thighs quake. She loved this side of him; it drove her mad and lit something fierce inside her.
"You are mine," he growled, voice thick with hunger and control.
Angela arched under him, breath short, a needy whimper slipping past her lips. "Yes… yours… please."
"Beg louder." His mouth crushed hers in a hard, demanding kiss, and as he took her tongue his other hand slid between her legs, fingers already finding her. She cried out when he pushed two fingers in again, the wet sound of her need filling the room as she ground her hips against his hand. "More, please… oh God—"
"That is it. Dripping for me already." He curled his fingers with brutal precision and she screamed, nails digging into his back when he yanked his hand free and slammed into her in one hard thrust. The stretch burned, then folded into pleasure that swallowed the pain.
