Her eyes filled with tears, accenting the brilliant green emerald. Her lashes looked like the feathery ends were dripping diamonds. He leaned forward and lapped at the wet there, taking her tears into his mouth. Tasting them. Tasting her.

“I love you, baby,” he said, kissing his way down to her mouth. “But I swear, if you don’t listen when I tell you something that important, I’m going to have to find a way to make you listen.” He was dead serious. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he’d always make certain she knew he loved her, but he wasn’t living through that nightmare again. “I swear to you, Siena, and you’d better fucking believe me. I will find a way to punish you that you aren’t going to like if you ever put me in that position again. Am I clear enough? Do you get me?”

She nodded, put her head on his shoulder and tightened her arms around his neck.

“Give me your word, not that nod. This is important, Siena. I have to know when it comes to your safety, you’ll do what I tell you.”

“I will,” she murmured. Her voice hitched. “I swear, Elijah, I’ll do better.”

“Fucking don’t cry. Mi amorcito, you can’t cry anymore.”

“I’m pregnant, Elijah,” she whispered against his skin. The feel of her lips was exquisite. “That means I’m emotional. I’m going to cry.”

He began to move, as desperate as she was for the contact, maybe more so. Needing the burn, feeding her hunger as well as his own. But really, it was that connection he needed. To be inside her. Surrounded by her fire. To feel her body, real, alive, soft and all his, right at that moment.

“You scared me, mi vida,” he admitted. “It isn’t a good idea to scare me.”

“I’m getting that,” she whispered, and threw her head back. Turned her face up to the rain shower so the water fell soft over her. Over both of them. She rose up and came down hard, while he surged up to meet her.

He lost himself in her. Taking her over and over while she rode him. Wild. Driving her up twice. He wanted more from her. “Slide your hand down, baby. Use your finger. I want you to give it to me again, this time with me.”

He felt the movement. Her palm slid down his chest. Lower. Between them. He loved that. He felt her fingers as he slammed home and then her breathing changed yet again. Giving him what he wanted like she always did. Her body convulsed around his, gripping him hard, milking him. Taking him over the edge. He held her a long while with the water washing him clean and then he set her feet on the tiles.