He’d wanted to.

He’d wanted to eat her kiss, stroke and taste her sweet body before devouring her pussy. The fantasies he’d been helpless against the moment his eyes locked on her that night had destroyed him.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he agreed. “I wanted to consume you. To fill my senses with you.”

Her breathing was still hard, fast, but not from pain.

“I waited for you.” Breathy, filling with such intense hunger that it constricted his breathing, her voice held him almost spellbound.

“What were you waiting for?” Lowering his lips to her shoulder, he let his tongue taste the sheen of perspiration on her skin and groaned at the salt and sweet taste of her.

“I’m a very bad girl in my fantasies,” she whispered, as though it were a secret. “But you’re very, very bad. Always so hungry for me and determined to teach me how to please you.”

She was becoming lost to his touch now. No nightmares existed for her at this second. Only his touch, his lips, the pleasure he was building slowly within her.

Doogan nipped at her shoulder, then eased the little flash of heat with his tongue.

“How are you a bad girl?” He let the seductive hint of Irish into his voice then and felt the little shiver of pleasure that rippled up her back. “Come, love, tell me how you get bad with me in your fantasies. Tell me what you want me to teach you.”

The thought of the acts he could teach her had his back teeth clenching to hold back a groan.

“Teach me to take your cock deeper in my mouth,” she whispered. “I’ve read about it.” She nipped at his neck, low, sharp little teeth sending fire lashing at his senses.

“Fuck. Baby.” Doogan cupped the back of her head, holding her in place. “Now ease the burn. Lick over your bite.”

She licked. Kittenish little flutters of her tongue stroked over the bite.

“Now tell me more,” he demanded, his fingers clenching in her hair and pulling her head back. “Tell me about all those hot little fantasies.” One hand went to the zipper securing her exercise bra. “And I’ll suck your hard little nipples until you cum for me.”

Pushing the bra over her shoulders, Doogan eased her back to the mat before coming over her. Inserting his knee between her thighs and pushing it firmly against her pussy, he watched that emerald ring darken around the paler green color of her eyes.

“Doogan.” Moaning his name, Zoey arched when he brushed his thumbs over her distended nipples.

“Tell me more, Zoey.” Crooning, teasing, he demanded to know what she wanted, what she dreamed of. “Do you touch yourself in these little fantasies?”

“Oh God, yes,” she groaned.

“Did you ever use any toys?”

He watched her face, watched the emerald color deepen.

“I wanted to be able to please you,” she moaned, crying out as he gripped her nipples lightly, tugged at them.

“What did you do, baby? You bought a toy?” he asked softly.

“Harder,” she panted, arching into the tug of her nipples. “Make them burn, Doogan. Grip them tighter.”

“Tell me.” He all but snarled with the need to know. “Tell me what you did with that toy you bought.”

Lowering his head, he took one swollen, sensitive nipple between his teeth and let his teeth tighten on it, tug at it.

“Oh God, yes,” she cried. “I read how to take you deep if I ever had the chance. I tried to learn. Taught myself how to a little bit . . . Doogan.” She tried to scream, nearly erupting in release when her words, the images they evoked, had him tightening his teeth on her nipple and raking it with his tongue.

As he released the tip, satisfaction surged through him at the ruby flush of the tight tip.

“You want my cock deeper in that tight little throat?” Moving his knee back, Doogan pushed one hand beneath the tiny shorts she wore to the saturated heat of her pussy.

“Deeper,” she panted, twisting beneath him when his fingers found the clenched, rippling entrance to her pussy.

Damn her. He was ready to blow any second. Never, not even once had another woman driven him so hard, so fast into a hunger he couldn’t control.

“I’ll cum in your throat again,” he groaned. “Is that what you want, baby?” He rimmed the entrance, feeling the silky slide of her juices against his fingertips.

“Yes. Oh, Doogan, I want that. I want to hear you cry out my name like you did the first time.”

His finger pushed inside the gripping heat of her inner body in one hard, bold thrust.

For a second, just a second, he was certain she would explode before he wanted her to.

“There, baby,” he whispered, licking her nipple as each breath she took ended in a lingering little whimper.

Retreating, dragging the slick dampness from inside her, he eased his finger lower, finding the tight puckered entrance he sought.

Hips lifting, she whimpered his name each time he dragged her body’s lubrication to the closed, extremely tight portal of her rear.

“I’ll buy you a toy, Zoey,” he promised, slickening her further, wishing he’d had the foresight to bring what he needed to teach her how to take the pleasure he could give her there.

“Then, while I’m fucking your tight little throat, I can fuck you right here as well.” He pushed his finger to the first knuckle inside the gripping entrance of her anus and nearly came in his jeans when she screamed his name and demanded more.

“Deeper,” she cried. “Oh God, Doogan . . .”

She writhed on the penetration, bearing down, taking him to the next knuckle.

Twisting his wrist Doogan sent a finger thrusting inside her pussy, his lips covering a nipple, consuming it, nipping and licking and growling with demented hunger.

He couldn’t take much more.

God, he had to get inside her.

Pulling back, he ignored her shattered cry, her demand to give her more. Loosening his jeans, he drew the engorged length of his shaft free before gripping her wrists and pulling her into a sitting position.

“On your knees,” he snarled.

He didn’t wait for her to move. Wrapping one arm around her hips, he lifted her, turning her. When she caught her weight on her hands and knees, he jerked the brief little shorts over her shapely ass to her knees, gripped his cock, and, as he watched, pressed it against the glistening, swollen curves of her pussy.

“I’m going to come inside you again,” he breathed out in anticipation. “Like I did before. Damn, Zoey, it’s incredible how good it feels to pump my release in your snug little pussy. To feel you surrounding me . . .” He pressed forward. “Ah baby, so hot and wet. So tight and sweet.”

Her inner muscles bit down on him, tightening, rippling around the advancing intruder, milking him deeper, sucking at his flesh with such incredible pleasure that holding back was killing him.

Sweat trailed from his temple, beaded the rest of his face. Teeth clenched, a groan pulling from his chest, he pushed inside her further. His balls tightened, his cock throbbing. And the sweet heat enclosing him was like a silken vise tightening around his cock.

Still, he pushed in with slow, measured thrusts, watching her flesh stretch around him, seeing her juices clinging to his shaft as he pulled back. Then in again, groaning, his thighs bunching to hold back his release as her inner muscles sucked at the too-sensitive head of his cock.

She was killing him. She was ripping his soul open, tearing down the defenses he’d spent years building, and reminded him, with each look, each second he spent with her, why he’d nearly broken a sacred vow one hot summer night, just to have her.

“Ah Zoey, I love how you take me,” Doogan groaned behind her. “So hot and tight, sucking my dick in . . .” His hips jerking, driving him deeper, harder.

A desperate cry spilled from her lips.

She needed harder, deeper. He was killing her with the exquisitely slow thrusts and retreats. Sensitizing her to the point that the pleasure was an ecstatic agony.