His teeth scraped along her inner thigh. Close. So close to her heated center. Her sex spasmed. She felt almost desperate.

“I never want you to feel a lack of confidence again, Siena,” he went on, his voice dark with hunger and lust. “I never want you to think about that shit again. And I sure don’t want to hear about it. No man wants to have that big of a fuckup thrown in his face. You get me?”

She got him. She would have smiled at the edge to his voice, but her brain could only focus on the need pulsing in her. Every cell in her body ached for him. She felt moisture on her inner thighs. His tongue licked up her leg in a sexy, hungry gesture that sent more damp liquid pulsing through her channel.

“Elijah.” She sobbed his name, pleading with him.

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby.” His tongue stroked across her entrance, collecting the taste of honeysuckle spilling from her body.

Her brain was scrambled but she managed to pull herself together enough to get the words out. Her voice shook, but she gave him what he wanted. “I think it’s safe to say it’s been put to bed permanently, Elijah.”

“About damn time,” he growled, and then his mouth was on her.

She heard her own keening wail as his tongue thrust deep and he suckled, devouring her. Not gentle. Not easy. A man starving. Ravenous. The contrast between the way he had played so gently with her, his fingers light on her skin, barely there, and now his tongue and teeth and mouth ravaging her sent her spiraling out of control.

Her body clamped down, rippling, the breath-stealing orgasm rushing over her before she had a chance to even know it was there. He didn’t stop. He consumed her, claimed her body for his own, ate at her, drawing out the hot cream and demanding more. She didn’t have a chance to catch her breath before the second one overtook with even greater force than the first.

She chanted his name. Sobbed as pleasure took her, fragmenting her body and sending pieces of her in a million different directions. If he hadn’t clamped his hands around her hips, she would have collapsed onto the bed. He didn’t stop. Not even when the bliss threatened to drive her right out of her mind and she pleaded with him, gasping out his name and fisting the sheets in her hands on either side of her head.

“No, baby, I want more,” he whispered against her entrance, his tongue licking at the cream in between each word.