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I slide my hand behind Bane’s neck and pull him back to me before either of us can reopen the conversation, wanting the man standing in front of me far more than I want another answer tonight.

His mouth meets mine, and this time the kiss changes almost immediately. The tenderness is still there, but something hotter moves beneath it as his body presses mine firmly into the door and his thigh shifts between my legs.

His hand tangles in my hair and angles my head exactly where he wants me before his mouth takes mine again.

His other hand slips beneath the hem of my shirt, his palm flattening against my back as he works his way up my spine, callused fingers catching over each vertebra until he reaches my bra clasp.

He releases it with humiliating ease, and a shudder runs through me as the band loosens.

His hand moves around my body to cup my breast beneath my shirt, and when his thumb brushes over my nipple through the fabric, the sound that escapes me would probably embarrass me under any other circumstances.

“Shit.” I grab his shoulders as my balance gives way, my back sliding farther down the door, his thigh staying firmly between mine.

The angle is merciless, putting friction exactly where I need it, and the rough denim separating us only makes me more desperate to get rid of everything between us.

“Don’t stop,” I manage, although the plea comes out breathless enough that I’m unsure whether I’ve actually said the words clearly.

His hand moves beneath my shirt again, warm against my skin, before both hands close around my hips and hold me against him.

His mouth leaves mine and finds the side of my neck, where his teeth sink into my skin hard enough to pull a gasp from me. He follows the bite with his tongue and kisses his way lower before releasing my hair so he can grip my waist.

Then he lifts me.

My legs wrap around him on instinct, and he presses me back against the door. I grab his shoulders, relying entirely on his strength to keep me there.

His mouth travels along my jaw and down my throat as his hands brace me tightly enough that the edges of my vision blur, and with my chest pressed against his, I can feel his heart hammering between us.

Bane carries me away from the door without putting me down, and the ridiculous ease with which he manages my entire weight almost makes me laugh. The reaction disappears when his mouth finds my neck again, leaving me arching against him instead.

I slide my hands around the back of his neck, catch his earlobe between my fingers, and tug just hard enough to draw a groan from him that I feel against my skin. His head lifts, his breathing rough as he looks at me.

“You want to move to the bedroom?”

I tighten my arms around his neck because the bedroom suddenly feels much farther away than I’m willing to tolerate. “I want you here.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs.

My legs tighten around his waist as he carries me the remaining distance to the wall and presses me against it, keeping me trapped securely between his body and the hard surface behind me.

One hand braces my neck and the other moves down my body, catches the fabric of my skirt, and pushes it up over my hips.

His fingers catch the elastic of my underwear and drag them down, his knuckles brushing my skin. I cling to his shoulders, too occupied with keeping myself wrapped around him to offer much help.

He’s hard and hot through his jeans, pressed against me until wanting him has become physically painful, and my knees shake uselessly leaving Bane to support my weight against the wall.

I grit my teeth against a moan as he reaches between us and tears open the button of his jeans, the metal scraping my leg in his hurry.

By the time he frees himself, I’m trembling against him, and feeling how ready he is, thick, flushed, and slick at the tip as he presses exactly where I need him, strips away what remains of my patience.

Bane positions himself and pushes inside with one ruthless thrust, and the stretch forces a gasp from me as my body struggles to accommodate how much of him there is.

My head knocks against the wall behind me hard enough that I should probably care about the drywall, but caring about anything beyond him is impossible when he keeps me pinned securely between his body and the wall.

He fills me completely, holding me open with his arms locked securely around me, and another gasp escapes before I can control the volume.

Bane brings one hand over my mouth, covering it firmly, and the rough possessiveness of the gesture sends a moan straight into his palm. His hips drive upward, and the first bruising thrust nearly wipes out my vision.

I shake in his grip, he moves inside me, overwhelmed by how easily he seems to understand exactly what I need.