He practically ripped the jeans off of her and was down on his knees, pushing her thighs apart, and then his mouth was there. His tongue plunged deep. Then his finger followed. She came apart. Legs shaking, thighs dancing, her breasts on fire while an earthquake took possession of her body. He didn’t stop. His mouth was as relentless as his hands.

“More,” he growled in a kind of fury. “Again.”

Her body was already consumed with fire, burning hot, burning out of control. She didn’t have time to think. To catch her breath. There was only feeling. Pure feeling. She caught at his hair, one hand on his shoulder, trying to stay upright when she was coming apart. Flying too high. She had no choice. He gave her no choice, driving her up fast and wild a second time so that a tsunami hit this time, taking her completely.

Then his mouth was gone, and he yanked his jeans to his ankles, dragging her down to the floor beside him, his hands on her head, guiding her mouth to him. He was big. Bigger than she thought a man could be. He looked intimidating, as if he wouldn’t fit anywhere. Not her mouth. Certainly not inside of her. She knew she should slow down. Tell him she’d never done this. She had no idea what to do, but the fire was inside of her and his hands were insistent.

“Your mouth, baby, right now. I need it.”

His voice was harsh. Thrilling. In as desperate need as she felt. She licked up the shaft, closed her eyes and sucked the large head into her mouth. She felt him jerk. Swell impossibly larger. His hands were firmer. Tugging on her hair. The bite of pain in her scalp only added to the crazy hunger building until she wanted to weep with need.

Deep inside, tension coiled tighter and spread, building again, and she needed release. She needed satisfaction. She needed that terrible hunger assuaged, and only Elijah seemed to know what to do. She didn’t. So she used her mouth and tongue, following his harsh, whispered commands. Or tried to. He was nearly as brutal with her mouth as he had been when kissing her.

Then he was pulling away from her, pushing her to the floor, yanking her legs apart to kneel between her thighs. His eyes were on her face. His dark features were a mask, sensual lines carved deep. Eyes alive with lust. With hunger. With possession.

“Hurry,” she whispered.