“Vulnerable? Helpless?” He used his hands to pull her thighs apart, wedging his body between them, spreading her open. “That’s how I want you to feel. Vulnerable. Mine. Your body is mine. I like it that way and I’m going to make certain you like it that way too.” While he explained, he drew his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

His eyes on hers, he removed his shoes. “I want to spend time with you tonight. My way.”

She pulled again on the cuffs, her breasts heaving, swaying invitingly. He liked looking at her there, spread out on his bed, completely defenseless and exposed to him. Her nipples were taut pebbles, hard and erect, and her breath came in little ragged gasps.

“It’s always your way, Eli,” she whispered, her head tossing a little. “But I don’t know about this.”

His hand slid down her belly to her mound. Two fingers slipped inside her hot tunnel. She was wet and slick. He withdrew them, held them up for her to see. “Yeah, Kitten, you like this.” He licked his fingers, enjoying her taste, knowing there was so much more for him.

All the time he watched her eyes. She had beautiful eyes, very expressive and she was getting hotter by the minute. She might be a little nervous, but it added to the climbing heat in her.

“What are you going to do?”

“Anything I want, but I’ll make certain you enjoy it. I’ve always wondered how many times I could make you come. We’ve got all night.” He slipped his jeans from his body, his cock hard and erect.

Her gaze dropped to the heavy erection, her breath catching in her throat. He didn’t blame her. He was long and thick and he looked far too big for her little body. But he fit perfectly. She was made for him. He craved her tight, scorching-hot tunnel and the way she grasped at him so greedily with her silken muscles.

“Eli.” Just his name.

“It was ‘baby’ earlier. Now suddenly I’m Eli again. I wonder what it’s going to take to get you to call out that little endearment.” He stretched out, his shoulders spreading her thighs even wider. His hands held her open to him. “Such a beautiful little flower, and all mine. It is mine, isn’t it, Catarina? This is all mine.”

His tone demanded an answer and he waited, blowing warm air over her slick entrance. There was a moment of silence. He didn’t look at her. He looked at the feast he was about to devour instead. But he waited.

“Yes.” Her voice was so low he barely caught the sound, even with his acute hearing.

“No man has ever touched this. Tasted it. It’s all for me. Every damn inch of you. All for me. Isn’t that right, baby? This is all mine.”