To stifle the urge to come inside of her and mark her as his. He’d always liked to bite a bit during sex. There was something hot about fucking a woman and taking a nip of her skin. Not with Rayka. With Rayka he wanted to do more than nip. He wanted to mark her. She made him nuts. Protective and crazy and confused. Very, very confused. Pulling her in harder, he steadied her hip with one hand. Yanking her back even as he thrust into her. He couldn’t get close enough or deep enough with Rayka. The same lunatic who lied about color schemes and bribed clients had swayed on the ground, looking lost from his spanking, looking submissive and humble and beyond beautiful. He had wanted to protect her, even from himself. That alone made him want to run. It made no sense. He kept his mouth on her neck, open against her throat, and her pulse beat hard and fast against his lower lip. He could smell the rich ginger scent of her hair and the distinct smell of her skin.
