“That’s mine,” he said. And he said it softly. “Open the front of your camisole, baby, I want to see your hands on yourself, on those beautiful nipples. Don’t go easy either. You like it rough. I want to see it rough. I want to hear you, all that music you make when I’m eating you.”

He opened the front of his jeans, allowing his cock freedom. Her heart jumped. Stuttered. Her mouth watered. He was beautiful. Large and thick and all hers. His fist surrounded the shaft in a casual, sexual way that sent more liquid heat pulsing through her core. She had gotten the idea to go bare because he was always clean of hair around his hard cock, and when she took him in her mouth it always felt so good.

He went to his knees on the floor, sliding his shoulders under her legs, pressing close, forcing her legs farther apart. Her heart pounded. She could barely breathe. She felt him there. Right there. His breath. The whisper of his mouth, yet he didn’t move. Her brain slipped, going from thinking to chaos. To need. To hunger. To absolute lust.

“Elijah,” she pleaded.

“What did I tell you to do?”

She felt every word against her bare lips. She had never been so sensitive. Never. He was killing her. She brought up both hands—shaking—to the lace-up front of her camisole and slowly pulled the ribbons apart. The material immediately gaped open, and her breasts spilled out.

She looked down at herself, leaning back, sprawled out, legs around Elijah, his head between her thighs, her skirt around her hips and her bare breasts exposed over the top of the lacy material. She felt the rush sliding into her—over her—a mini-orgasm before he’d actually touched her.

“Cup your breasts for me, mi vida. Play with your nipples. Pinch them. Roll them. Hard.”

She gasped, but did as he instructed. Her nipples were extremely sensitive. The moment she touched herself, the moment her thumb and finger settled over the tight, hard little buds, he swiped his tongue through her aching entrance and a sob escaped. It was so good. So good.

Once Elijah started, there was no his escaping his hands and mouth. He devoured her. Deep rumbling growls escaped whenever she squirmed and she was squirming, sobbing, pleading, hips bucking. It was impossible to stay still, not when he was so ravenous, not when he was in the mood he was in, his rasping tongue a weapon of destruction. Soul-destroying. So beautiful and so incredible, she could barely breathe.