One brutal, unforgiving thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her unprepared body.
The sound was obscene. A wet, meaty squelch that echoed in the quiet room, followed immediately by her choked scream.
Her back arched off the bed. Her eyes rolled back. Her telekinesis exploded outward in an uncontrolled burst, rattling the blinds and sending a glass on the nightstand wobbling dangerously close to the edge.
"Satori!" She couldn't form a complete sentence. "You didn't even warn—fuck!"
He didn't give her time to adjust.
His hips drew back and snapped forward again, setting a pace that was anything but gentle. Hard, fast, punishing thrusts that drove the air from her lungs and scattered her thoughts like leaves in a storm.
His mouth found her ear.
"A king doesn't ask permission to enter his own throne room."
The words were growled, dark and possessive and absolutely filthy. They sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her already overwhelmed nervous system.
