She sobbed his name, over and over, a desperate keening mewl, and he couldn’t stand it another minute. He whirled her around and bent her over the bed, pressing her head down with one hand hard in the middle of her back until her head touched the mattress, the action pushing the firm globes of her buttocks into the air.

When her hand went between her legs, he caught it firmly and stretched both arms out, so that her hands were forced to grip the opposite sides of the bed. He didn’t wait. He couldn’t. Not with her frantic cries and the way she pushed back against him, rubbing her buttocks along his aching shaft.

He caught her around the hips with one strong arm and slammed into her. She screamed and instantly clamped down on him, gripping with tight, spasming muscles. Her orgasm was long and wild and he pistoned into her over and over right through it.

“Harder. Eli, harder,” she sobbed, gasping for breath.

His thrusts were brutal and hard. He took her roughly, savagely, while the fire tore through them both until neither could breathe through the pleasure. The tension wound tighter and tighter, the frenzied thrall driving them almost past sanity, as each fed on the other’s lust.

His hands were brutal, digging into her hips as he powered into her over and over, sending lightning crashing through her body. Twice more she came apart, but he didn’t stop or even slow his ferocious pace. Each savage thrust rocked her body, driving her head into the mattress as he forced her hips higher so he could go deeper.

He was relentless, ruthless, taking her higher and higher, her cries and pleas urging him for more. Always more. Her mind didn’t think she could take it. She thought she might go insane with the frenzy of lust growing between them, but her body refused to be sated no matter how many times he sent her crashing over the edge. He was so thick and hard, a battering ram that forced its way through her tight channel so that the friction increased to the point she feared they’d both burn from the fiery contact.

He slammed into her over and over, jerking her body to meet the hard thrust of his hips. His face was a mask of sensual fury, of utter resolve. He wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. A sob escaped and fear skittered down her spine, but she kept pleading for more, she needed more. She didn’t want him to stop even if it killed her, because if he didn’t make the terrible burning between her legs stop, she would die anyway.