Miles had been planning on seducing Daphne slowly - on spending all weekend with her in his bed and having her begging as he teased her slowly. He'd not expected to be wanting to take her like this - with no fanfare and no foreplay.
But his own robe was shucked from his shoulders, his cock throbbing with need and a acratch that he felt he couldn't itch forming between his shoulders.
Hitching one of her legs up around his waist, he entered her in one slick movement, not even caring if she was prepared or not. But judging from how hot and wet she felt, she was as ready as he was.
A hand kneaded at her hips, urging her body in time with his as he rutted against her, over and over as he ached. She was all his, and for just a fleeting moment, he felt something wash over him - a feeling that he couldn't describe even if he was coherent with lust.
He threw his head back, pounding into her against the table as his hands sought out breasts and curves and his aching balls slapped against her as he felt his desire slowly increasing. "Mine," he growled low, not realising he'd said the word aloud.