He drove her up again and again. He knew how to use his mouth and tongue. His teeth. His fingers. He obviously enjoyed what he was doing. He went fast. He went slow. He savored her. She lost count of how many times the earth moved and her body went up in flames. Maybe it was all one very long, strong quake, maybe one orgasm rolled right into the next. She felt shattered. Blown to pieces. Floating. Screaming. Amazing. His. Thoroughly, totally his.

When he finally lifted his head, the strong shadow along his jaw gleaming with the liquid honey spilling from her body, she could barely stay in the chair. If it weren’t for his strong shoulders, she just would have slid straight to the floor.

Watching her, he licked at his fingers and slowly stood. “You taste so fucking good, baby, better than any dessert I could whip up.”

“I want mine,” she said, forcing her body under control. “Right now, honey.” Her body still was rippling and pulsing from the strong, powerful tsunami he’d created. Her breasts ached. Her nipples were tight and hard, and every movement of her fingers continued to send streaks of fire straight to her spasming core.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and reached for his hips, dragging him closer. He let her, his eyes on her breasts spilling over her camisole.

“Fucking beautiful,” Elijah whispered. “Wild. My wild cat.”

She cupped his heavy sac in her palms, her fingers gently rolling the soft velvet. “I think you’re beautiful, Elijah,” she said, her eyes on his cock. It was full and hard and very erect. Pulsing. Pearl droplets spilled along the crown temptingly. “I love that you belong to me.”

Just the touch of her fingers and the look in her eyes, so hot and excited, so hungry, had his cock jerking hard. She licked over his balls, her tongue swirling little circles. He realized she was once again signing her name on him—on his heavy erection, this time with her tongue, and that was fucking hot. She licked up his shaft, all around the base, taking her time. Enjoying it. He could see the eagerness. The hunger. The craving. She was addicted to his cock and she didn’t care that he saw that. She loved going down on him. Knowing she had all the power when she did.

He’d never had a woman give that to him. When she took him in her mouth, it was all about him. Every thought in her head was about pleasing him. Giving him pleasure. She couldn’t wrap her fist completely around his shaft, and when she took him in her mouth, it was a tight fit. Still, she got him wet, really wet, and that tight fit felt like pure heaven.