His body felt so good on top her. Strong, warm and seductive. "No, Rory. You're hurt. You can't do this." She squirmed under him, trying to get away. She wanted him, but not when he could irritate his wounds. His mouth took hers, hard and demanding. His hands held her head, holding it still to accept his possessive claim. His tongue commanded entry and she gave it. She was helpless to fight him. She accepted the wet, erotic intrusion and her body was on fire. One touch, one kiss...and she was lost to him. "It's not my injuries hurting, love. It's my need to fuck you," he told her in a low, husky voice as he pulled his mouth from hers and and put it near her ear. "I have to have you." He laved her ear and the side of her neck, his mouth moving over the large vein. She felt a sharp pain and then her body ignited. She was flooded with erotic, sensual feeling, her hips rocking up against him as he pulled from her neck. Her desire escalated and her need for him pounded through her body. She held his head, ran her hands through his wavy, silky hair.
