He ignored her caution. “You gotta know, baby. You have to see exactly what you mean to me. Those eyes of yours. Dios, mi amorcito. Those eyes. I dreamt about your eyes. I love looking into them. I knew I wanted to be looking into them when I made you come apart. You have no idea how many times I jacked off, thinking about your lush body and those fuck-me eyes of yours. My dream girl. Still can’t believe you’re here in my bed.”

She loved that. Loved it. She loved that he thought those things about her. The sincerity rang in his tone. Her leopard heard it and she heard it and knew he was giving her the truth. She smoothed her hands down his thighs, felt the muscles there tense and shudder beneath her wandering fingers.

“I’m big, baby. Always feels like I’m too big when I get inside you. Stretching you. Does it burn, I wonder. And then I can’t think anymore because you feel so fucking good I can’t breathe. You do that to me, Siena. I can’t get air in my lungs because you grip me so tight and you’re scorching hot. Strangling me. Milking me. I feel that. Fucking paradise, baby.”

She lifted her head, not to look at his face, but to examine the beautiful, perfect portion of his anatomy he was talking about. He was big. Intimidating. He looked all man, just like his face and body. Nothing soft about Elijah. He was hard and unashamed about it. She curved her palm around the thick shaft and one by one added her fingers to form a fist.

His cock was long and thick and pulsing with heat. With life. It jerked in her hand and she leaned down to breathe air over the flaring head. Her tongue tentatively licked along the shaft and settled just beneath the crown. His breath exploded from his lungs and she nearly pulled back, afraid of doing something wrong. But then he was talking again, his voice so rough with need, she knew she was on the right track.

“Alone all my life, even in the midst of my family, baby. Couldn’t show my sister affection. Hell, couldn’t show a dog affection. They use that shit. After a while you don’t feel anymore, you train yourself not to. You do what you have to do to survive and then you wake up one morning knowing that’s all you’re doing. Existing. Surviving. No reason to live. You got nothing, and you’re ashamed of what you are because all the good in you has been siphoned out. You’re left with what you are when you look in the mirror. What you see. And baby, what I see isn’t good.”