Eli’s arm held her pinned down, his wide shoulders ensuring she was wide open to him. He kept licking up the honey spilling out of her body, a relentless unhurried pace, ever the cat enjoying his meal. He didn’t change his rhythm, but she never knew where his tongue was going to swipe next. No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to hold still. He kept the lower half of her body exactly where he wanted it, but her head thrashed wildly on the mattress and her knuckles turned white holding on for life to the headboard. Her muscles spasmed again, sending endless amounts of that hot spicy cream to his greedy mouth.

Her entire body nearly convulsed with pleasure. Strong, rippling waves started deep in her core and spread through her body, down her thighs and up her belly to her breasts. The moment the quake started, instead of backing off, Eli drew more spice out, catching the hot liquid on his tongue, pushing deep for more. His teeth raked her clit and she screamed, exploding a second time, right on the heels of the first.

Her body was so hot now, she couldn’t stand it. Even with his mouth on her, his tongue wicked, never stopping, forcing another orgasm, his teeth and fingers and mouth so greedy she couldn’t find a way to breathe, it still didn’t stop the fire that began to spread through her like a wildfire.

Catarina’s low, keening cry pierced through the chaos reigning in Eli’s mind. He was lost in her body, in the sweet taste of her, in his need to own what he knew was his. In his greed for the treasure that was all his. Catarina wanted to please him and he needed to take full advantage.

His gaze jumped to her face. There was stark fear, nearly amounting to terror. Desperation. Hunger. Her eyes glowed, and he realized her body was scorching hot. Not just her feminine channel but her skin. All of her. His leopard shifted inside him, leapt toward the surface, snarling, raking with claws, roaring for domination. The animal went nearly insane with need, clawing for freedom, desperate and wild.

Catarina’s eyes glowed at him, going from a brilliant cobalt to a deep violet. Her skin was nearly translucent, burning like the exotic cat’s eyes. She had never looked so alluring or passionate. Her gaze devoured him, hot and hungry, her need as primal as his own. His blood surged hotly, flowing like lava in his veins. His body had already been on fire, but now, drinking in the pheromones her body was throwing off and seeing a look of such stark hunger on her face, there was no going back. No stopping.

“Eli.” Catarina sounded frightened. “I’m burning up. Seriously burning up and I need you inside me, right now.” Desperation edged her voice.

She couldn’t stop moving, squirming, rubbing her thighs together. One hand drifted down past her belly to the junction between her legs. He could see the tiny beads of honey still dampening her mound and creaming her thighs. She curled her fingers into her, working them with soft little pants. Her other hand went to her left breast, finger and thumb tugging at her nipple. She threw back her head, a moan escaping.

Eli thought he might explode just watching her. He still tasted her in his mouth. He breathed her scent into his lungs, the hot, needy siren’s call of honeysuckle and spice. She was wild, writhing on the bed, pleading with him, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He stood up abruptly and caught at her wrist, the hand at her breast. He yanked her up, right off the bed and his mouth came down on hers. Hard. Brutal. Savagely. He heard his own feral growl as he took her mouth, sharing the taste with her, kissing her over and over.

He was savage, a wildfire out of control. He devoured her mouth. Fed on her. Gave her no chance to breathe or think. He poured himself into her, every bit of himself, giving her everything he was or would ever be. His hands were rough sliding over her skin, claiming her, fingers biting deep.

The little desperate noises she made, a keening coming from her throat nearly drove him mad. He could feel her nipples, hard and erect, pressed tight against his chest. With her every ragged breath, her breasts rose, dragging the stiff pinpoints of sensitivity against his muscles.

He pushed her against the wall, his hands coming up to capture the soft weight of her breasts, bringing them up as he bent his head to draw her left breast deep into his mouth. He used his fingers ruthlessly, tugging and rolling her right nipple, so that electric shocks spread from his fingers straight to her clit.

She caught at his head, arching her back like a cat, holding him to her while her cries filled the air. She moaned and writhed, cradling his head to her while he fed on her breasts. He used the edge of his teeth to scrape her nipples and nip the soft sweet curves. He used his tongue ruthlessly, flat and broad and then long, slow licks easing every ache before suckling strong enough to elicit gasps and cries.

She was ultrasensitive to the touch of his hands and mouth, her skin burning against his. She radiated heat and he caught fire. One leg wound around his hip and she pressed her sex against his thigh and ground down, frantic for relief. Her hips bucked against him, a sob choked her throat as she writhed in his arms. It was the hottest, sexiest thing he’d ever witnessed. She was like a living flame, unable to contain, unable to put out the burning heat.

Catarina was on fire. Every cell was inflamed and deep inside, she burned so hot she thought she might die. Her body didn’t feel as if it belonged to her at all. Every inch of her was so sensitive she hurt. She was desperate for Eli’s body against hers, yet even that seemed to make her ache more. Her skin was just too tight. Her joints ached. Her hair was too heavy for her head and her skull felt as if it might explode.

The absolute worst was the terrible heat burning through her like a firestorm. She couldn’t breathe with wanting Eli. Her mind was in chaos, the need so terrible she thought she might go insane. She couldn’t stop the undulations of her body, or the need to press over his thigh and grind down hard. Her hands were everywhere, touching him, fingers spread wide to take in as much of him as possible. Her mouth moved over his chest, his belly, along his rib cage. She couldn’t get enough of touching him.