It’s strange and shockingly thrilling, this deep, heavy pumping that ignites my blood. I move by instinct, arching my hips up to meet him as he surges forward.

“Ah, goddamn, you’re a fucking dream,” he hisses, capturing my nipple between his lips. “I’m never letting you go. Never.Never.”

He thrusts into me hard with each word, his fingers digging into my waist. I stop thinking. I’m so hot I’m burning from the inside out. My whole body jostles against the cushions, and already I’m starting to ache, but I want—

“More,” I gasp, raking my fingernails down his back. “Harder. I had no idea it could feel like this.”

Somehow, impossibly, it seems like his erection swells even more. His flesh slaps against my bottom, the wet smacking noise filling the air in a heavy rhythm. Urgency spools through me. I tighten my legs around his hips as he fucks me into oblivion.

“Oh.” I squirm, writhing my hips and trying to wedge my hand between our sweaty bodies. “I think I’m close. I need to…”

“No.” He grabs my wrist, pinning my arm against the sofa. He thrusts deep. “You’re going to come just from me fucking you. So hard I’ll feel it all the way to my bones. Show me how much you want it, how much you need it.”

“Yes.” I moan and sink my teeth into his shoulder as the pressure builds to the point of pain. “Make me come. Please, I’m begging…god,I feel you all the way up to my belly…you’re so hard and thick. Oh, I feel it now…ah!”

A scream wrenches from deep inside me. Shudders wrack my body, so intense my vision blurs, and I arch wildly upward like I’m trying to drive myself onto his cock. My breath stops.

Through the haze of lust, I’m dimly aware of his deep whispers rasping over my skin, his shaft still plowing into me, wringing every last sensation from my nerve endings.

“Incredible.” He pushes back, shoving his hands under my trembling thighs. Sweat rolls down his chest, and his eyes are feverish. “Now take what I give you like the perfect girl you are. I’m going to fill you like a goddamn flood. Oh,fuck.”

His rough shout seems to rend a hole in the fabric of the universe itself. His come spurts inside me, his pulsing cock spiking me into another orgasm.

When he lowers himself on top of me, our damp bodies sealed together and his breath rasping against my neck, I close my eyes and absorb his weight. I don’t want him to unlock himself from me.

“I’m warmed up now,” I murmur against his shoulder.

He huffs out a laugh and shifts to the side, pulling me against him. “Skin-to-skin contact works.”

“Mmm.” I rest my head on his chest. “I see the appeal of ice and all, but that fire…wow. No comparison.”

If I weren’t pressed so close to him, I might have missed the slight tensing of his muscles.

He presses his lips against the top of my head. “I didn’t use a condom. Hell. I don’t even know if I have any condoms here.”

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control for female issues, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

He’s silent for a second before he says, “Actually, I wasn’t worried.”

The remark slides through my growing fatigue. I pull back to look at him as he rubs his hand over my breasts and touches my necklace, lifting it into his palm.

“What is it?” He peers at the pendant holding a little blue flower.

“A forget-me-not.”

“A real one?”

I nod. “Pressed and sealed in glass. My mother gave it to me right before I left for college. Not that I’d ever forget her, of course, but it makes me feel closer to her.”

“I haven’t seen a real flower in a while.” He sets the necklace back in place.

I look at him, almost stunned by the remark. I shouldn’t be, of course—only two species of plants grow on this entire continent, and neither of them has flowers—but to know that he hasn’t seen a real flower…

“Hey.” He puts his hand under my chin, tilting my face toward him. “What’s wrong?”

“I just realized you haven’t seen flowers or trees or anythinggreenin a long time.”

He shrugs like it’s not a big deal. But don’t humansneedwarmth, nature and sunlight, and other people to be happy? He’s had none of those things.