Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. She couldn’t think or reason when he was touching her. Her mind was in complete chaos and the tension in her body just coiled tighter and tighter. She needed another release. Desperately. Only it didn’t come. She got close, reached for it, and he backed off, flicking his tongue until she wanted to scream with need.

“Eli.” She could barely get his name out.

“Hmmm?” He didn’t look up. Didn’t stop tormenting her. He licked more. His hands framed her entrance so that he could dip his tongue into her again and again while she writhed under him. “You know what I want from you.”

She couldn’t think. There was no way to think. No way to remember what he wanted. She’d give him anything. Do anything. Let him do anything. Wasn’t that enough? She bit back a sob of frustration as once again she got so close, the burning between her legs nearly exploding, and then he lifted his head as if he knew—and he probably did. He licked along the insides of her thighs.

Shards of desire clawed and raked at her. Streaks of fire rushed from her breasts to her core. She needed him. Was burning up with that need. She couldn’t stay still. His mouth and fingers were relentless. He pushed her up and up until she thought she would come apart and never be put back together, but just before she could make that drop, he slowed his feast and left her panting and pleading.

“I don’t,” she admitted, her voice trembling, her mind in such chaos she wanted to scream with frustration or sob with need, “I don’t know what you want.”

He took another long, slow swipe with his tongue and she nearly shattered. Nearly. She came off the bed, or tried to, but she couldn’t move her hands and he had her pinned down and completely open to him.

“I want more than ‘Eli’ from you. And I want you to say, in words, how you feel about me.” His voice was a command. A threat. A promise.

She went still. Her heart thundered in her chest. His mouth went right over her slick entrance, his tongue plunging deep, and she did sob as the pleasure pushed to the point of pain. She needed to come. Needed to shatter.

“Honey, please.” That was the best she could do. The best she could come up with when her body wasn’t her own and her brain couldn’t think. “Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what?” he murmured, not lifting his head. He began a lazy, languid licking of her body. Flicking his tongue. Using his teeth and fingers and then retreating when she went mindless and boneless just before she could tip over the edge.

“I need you in me.” She was begging and she didn’t care.