She did as she was told, giving him better access. His throbbing, pulsing cock free, he resumed his feast, bringing her back to his mouth, tongue pulling out the sweet, sweet taste of her. Hot and sweet. He suckled, using his tongue ruthlessly. Growls rumbled in his throat. One of her hands transferred to his hair and she fisted bunches in her palm, crying out, grinding down on his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all. Give it to me.” He covered her hot little button and used suction, the edge of his teeth and the flat of tongue. Her head fell back, her fingers dug deep into his scalp and she gave him everything.

“Elijah.”

His name. Wrapped up in her pleasure. In sheer bliss. So sensual. All his. All for him. He looked up to see her face, that expression, sexy as sin. “Dios. Hermosa,” he whispered, and caught at her once again, lapping up the nectar spilling from her body.

“I can’t stand up,” she panted.

“Again,” he demanded.

“I can’t,” she repeated, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulder, into his scalp.

He refused to stop, needing more. Needing that sweet, sweet taste of her. Needing to feel the powerful orgasm ripping through her body and hearing his name vibrating right through his cock. He knew he was losing control and it didn’t matter. He didn’t need to be in control. Siena took him as he was, wild, savage, brutal even. She gave herself to him. Gave herself up to him.

He took her up fast, using only his mouth, devouring her, lapping at her, plunging his tongue deep, loving the heat and fire she gave him. Loving the taste. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out on her. Her hips bucked. She didn’t have any more control than he did, grinding down on his mouth. Little gasping sobs escaping. Pleading with him for release again. Or to stop. Or to never stop. She came fast, the tidal wave taking her hard so that he had to catch her before she fell.

Hands at her waist, he turned her, belly down, bending her over the bed and yanking her hips back and into him. He didn’t wait. Couldn’t wait. The fire was burning through him, and as he jerked her hips to him, he thrust. As always he met resistance. No matter how hot, how slick, how ready, her channel was tight around him.

“Pure fucking heaven, baby,” he managed to bite out between his teeth. The ecstasy of her body was incomparable. Once inside her, he never wanted to leave. He never wanted it to be over, but she was so hot. So tight. The friction so great, he knew he couldn’t last no matter how hard he tried.