“I need you. Please, I need you now.”

Her sobbing plea finally penetrated. He licked the honey off her thighs and lifted his head, again waiting.

“Tell me what you need, and use my name.”

Her breath hissed out, her eyes flashing at him. He dragged her ass right off the counter, her legs over his shoulder, his mouth clamped between her legs, feeding, uncaring that she writhed and struggled. He forced another orgasm, this one so powerful she screamed through it. He didn’t stop.

“Eli! Please. Eli.” She sounded close to tears, not sobbing with pleasure, but real tears. She didn’t like asking. “I need you inside me. Please.”

He rewarded her instantly, pulling her all the way off the counter. “Wrap your legs around me, Kitten. Hook your ankles.” He was full. Bursting even. His cock felt as if it might explode. His body was hotter than hades and lightning seemed to fork through his veins.

She did exactly what he instructed and he didn’t waste time – he surged up as he forced her hips down. Fire streaked through him. His cock drove through hot, tight folds, forcing her body to accommodate his size. Her tight channel squeezed him and the friction, as he pummeled into her, just drove him wilder.

He needed more, and he took her to the floor, pumping into her even as he went down over her. There was no give, nothing to cushion her body, so he could pound into her deeper and harder.

She used her feet to push upward, tilting her hips to allow for even deeper penetration. Her nails bit into his shoulders, scored down his back and the bite of pain only added to the frenzy of need. He allowed himself to lose control. He didn’t want to ever stop. He never wanted to be separated from her, and he damn well wasn’t going to let her think she could ever live without him. Without this.

He had no other way to tie her to him, but he had this. This he was good at. He might say and do the wrong thing, but he would tie her to him this way. He moved in her and the earth moved around him. He bent his head to her breast, suckling hard, using the edge of his teeth and feeling the hot wash of spiced honey bathing his cock as he plunged into her over and over.

She came again and then again, gasping for breath, her eyes shocked and dazed, which only spurred him on. He whipped his arm under her hips, lifting her more, pounding deep as fire streaked up from his legs, burst through his thighs and took his cock in a crowning storm. Her body clamped down, a vicious vise around him, locking there as he emptied himself into her, the friction bordering on pain. The scalding heat triggered a powerful quake in her, sweeping through her entire body, a long, hard orgasm that seemed as if it might never go away.

He took a breath, his hair damp, his body covered in sweat, but for once in his life, he was completely sated, limp and relaxed. He let himself cover her smaller body, resting on her soft curves, feeling her heart pounding every bit as hard as his own. He was heavy, too heavy for her, and he levered himself up, staying buried in her.

They were locked tight, their bodies connected and he wanted to stay there. He pushed at her heavy fall of hair. She didn’t look at him. She kept her face turned away and her eyes closed tight. He felt the little hitch in her breath. She was going to cry, and this wasn’t about pleasure or need, this was something altogether different. This was about shame.

“Don’t.” He ordered it. Meant it.

Her hands curled at his shoulders. She exerted pressure. He didn’t move. He decided on honesty.

“I’m trying to think of something to say that will help you understand what’s going on, baby, but all I can think about is how much I love being inside of you. You’re scorching hot and fucking tight, wrapped around me and I feel like I’m in paradise. I don’t want that to end. Tell me how it feels to you.”

Little aftershocks were still going off and he felt every one of them. Her muscles squeezed down with hot greed, still trying to milk him.

“This isn’t me.”

“It’s you, Cat. This is you. You don’t just like sex – you love it. You have more passion in your little finger than most people do in their entire bodies.”

“I’m naked on the kitchen floor.”

“That’s right, baby, and it was heaven. I want to do you in every fucking room I have. Outside. Inside. Hell, on the roof.”

“This isn’t me,” she denied, biting her lower lip.

He leaned down and licked along her lip to soothe the sting. The action set off another series of aftershocks and she gasped.

“This is you, Catarina. It was you wanting to please me when I told you to get on your knees. You didn’t have to, but you wanted to.”

He saw the truth on her face. She had wanted to. He leaned closer and brushed his mouth over hers. “I bet my taste is still in your mouth. You wanted all of it, didn’t you? You didn’t want to stop.”

A single sound slipped from her throat. Her lashes fluttered.

“It wasn’t about what you could get from me. You knelt in front of me and you were wet, dripping wet with your mouth around my cock. That was you. All you. There’s nothing wrong with being that person. In fact, you should be rejoicing. People go their entire lives without ever having what we just had.”

“I don’t want this to be me. I want to have love in my life. I want to be loved. I don’t want to be the kind of person who uses a man for sex and has him use me.”

He framed her face again and brushed a kiss across her lips. “Baby, here’s a little newsflash for you. There’s no way in hell a man could be with you and not fall in love.”