He caught her bottom and lifted her easily. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he ordered softly. “Hurry, sweetheart. I need you right now.”

She loved the urgency in his voice. The way his fingers bit deep. The rough gravel to his velvet voice. She wrapped her legs tight around his narrow hips and hooked her ankles as she locked her fingers behind his neck.

Then he was in her. Filling her. Driving her body down over his, impaling her with the thick, long length of him, and she’d never felt so full, or so hot. She cried out, the soft sound accompanying his deeper voice. She loved that too. The sound of their bodies coming together, so urgent, almost desperate, along with the sound of their ragged breathing added to the absolute beauty and excitement of the moment.

She pushed her face into his neck as he pounded into her. Hard. Hot.

“Fucking amazing, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “Scorching hot and so damned tight I’m not going to last two more minutes.”

“More,” she urged. “Harder.”

Every jolting stroke was glorious, sending fire streaking through her. Feeding the burn. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to give her everything he was.

He swore in his language, a deep soft string of curses that should have blistered her ears, but it only added to the urgency of the moment, to the storm that grew inside of her. He tipped her body, going deeper, taking her breath. Her soul.

“Dios, baby, so fucking good.”

The deeper he drove into her, the more her breath burned raw in her lungs, in her throat. She curled her fingers into the waves of his thick hair and bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out her pleasure. It was building and building and she knew when it came, it was going to be amazing. Perfection. The biggest and best.

“Ride me, Siena. Hard.” His fingers bit deep into her bottom, urging her up and down the length of him as he pounded into her. “That’s it. Like that.”

She had the rhythm now, and she ground herself onto him, and kept grinding, the friction so hot she thought they might both burst into flames, but it didn’t matter, not when she could feel so good. “Elijah.” She whispered his name, her talisman, because she needed an anchor when her entire body was going to fly apart.

“Hold on for me, mi vida,” he urged, his voice so sensual she felt her entire core pulse with the need to let go. “Give me another minute.”

She couldn’t. There was no way, but she did, grinding down, wanting him with her. He gripped her hair and yanked her head back, his hooded eyes completely silver, intense, his face dark with passion, lined with such sensuality her breath hitched in her throat.

“Give it to me now, Siena. All of it.”