He loved the soft little sounds that came from her throat. She would never be a silent lover. She made noise. Lots of it. Breathy little moans. Soft little pleas. A kind of purr that nearly drove him out of his mind, and when she came, she screamed, or chanted his name. She wasn’t embarrassed about sex. She was more embarrassed that she didn’t know a lot about it.

He couldn’t tell her what a turn-on it was for him to know that no other man had ever been inside her. Maybe that was macho of him, and very unfair, but it didn’t matter, he loved that no one else had been in her mouth or her body. That he’d been her first kiss, her first everything. She belonged to him alone. No one else had even a tiny part of her. Not her heart. Not her soul. Just his.

“I’ve never had anything that I wanted just for mine,” he admitted softly against her throat. His hand swept down to her left breast. He loved that she more than filled his large palm. She had curves and he was a man to appreciate curves, especially hers.

His fingers found her nipple and he tugged, catching her breath in his mouth. Catching her breathy little moan. Her nipples were sensitive. He liked that. He liked that she could take rough, but fell apart with gentle. He kissed his way to her right breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue before covering the dark, perfect treat with his mouth and suckling hard.

Her body arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth, and when he rolled and tugged on her left nipple, he was so in tune with her, he felt the electricity himself, a straight line from breast to her hot, wet, channel. Her legs moved restlessly and she bucked her hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured softly, taking his fill of her breasts. He switched from one to the other, using the edge of his teeth and the flat of his tongue to drive her up. “Come to me, Kitten. All the way to me.”

She made a soft little mewling sound and the sharp little points of her nails dug into his back. He spent time on her breasts, just the way he had her mouth, sometimes rough and then back to gentle, never letting her find a rhythm. He kept it up until her breath came in soft little gasps. His hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing into her tight sheath.

He lifted his head to watch her. She was sprawled out, her eyes on his face while his fingers stroked deep inside her.

“I’m going to…” she broke off, her hips undulating, bucking, needing.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come for me,” he whispered, meaning it. He loved watching her come. “That’s what I want, Cat. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” It was always the moment she was the most honest with him because she did give it all to him. To him. Eli. No one else. She came for him.

Her passage, slick and hot, clamped hard on his fingers, so hard he felt the bite right through his cock. She shuddered, cried out his name, her hands sliding down her own body from the sides of her breasts, along her ribs and belly to frame his hand with her own. All the while her eyes clung to his, while her body sucked at his fingers, pulsing around them, the tight muscles working to draw him deeper.

He leaned down and sucked her nipple deep into his hot mouth just as her body was settling. Ever so gently he brought his teeth there, biting down just hard enough that she exploded again, her body becoming a vise while his fingers worked her through her second orgasm.

He loved watching the dazed, helpless expression on her face. He loved the way she said his name, or sometimes, like now, couldn’t say it. His name just formed there on her lips and stayed right through her climax. How beautiful and hot was that?

He wouldn’t mind using his mouth on her and tasting all the honey spilling from her body, but he couldn’t wait. He needed to be inside of her, and she was ready for him. So hot. So slick. So ready.

He pushed her knees up, laying each foot flat on the mattress, spreading her thighs. He’d only gotten into her fast and hard, forcing his way through those impossibly tight folds. This time he wanted her to feel him. To know he was inside of her. Eli was in her, not just his cock.

He let the very crown of his cock nudge into her slick, wet inferno. His body shuddered at the tight squeeze. Her eyes flew to his, her body nearly vibrating with sensation. She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. He nearly groaned. He couldn’t stop himself, he leaned down to use his tongue where her teeth had just been. The action pushed his cock just a tiny bit deeper, just enough to feel the ripples of her last orgasm calling to him, beckoning.

“Can I have you, Kitten? Are you going to give yourself to me this time? I want all of you. Let me have you, baby.”

She studied his face for what seemed an eternity. He didn’t move, just let her body squeeze and burn the hell out of his sensitive crown. His cocked throbbed and jerked, but the rest of him remained utterly still. He saw it first in her eyes. A slow surrender. His heart beat faster. His mouth went dry.

He knew her. He knew once Catarina gave herself to him again it was a done deal until or unless he screwed up, and then he’d never have her again. This was it. Now or never. He watched her little tongue touch her lip where his had been.

“Can I have you, sweetheart?” he asked again. Softly. Letting her see him. What he felt inside for her. “Give yourself to me.” Because he was never going to screw up with her again.

She nodded slowly, her gaze clinging to his. Again, her teeth were tugging hard at her bottom lip, a sign of the momentous decision she was making. There was a plea in her eyes that broke his heart. She was handing him herself once again and was terrified of the consequences. She was giving him forgiveness and a chance to start again. It was monumental and her decision humbled him. He didn’t deserve it, but he was taking it.