Elemental Desire by Denise Tompkins Page A

yanked her onto his hard length.
    Nothing had ever felt so good. She burned for him, inside and out.
    Seth cupped her head, met her gaze and began to move. Skin slapped skin as he drove into her with thoughtless force. Heartbeats pounded out counter rhythms. Sweat slicked their bodies as they slipped and slid over each other, every touch frenzied.
    Eden grabbed Seth’s neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Her orgasm was fast approaching, and if she didn’t take him there now, she was going to lose herself in him and forget—forget to do this. Forget to issue the only command she’d make in this moment.
    “You’ll take back what has always been yours when you come for me.” The whispered words wrought a shiver from him that passed straight to her core. She lay her cheek next to his, her lips by his ear, her palms pressed to his throat and heart. And then she said the words she hoped would change everything. “Come for me, Seth Setekhis.”
    “Eden.” Her name again, though this time it seemed violently ripped from his throat. “Eden!”
    His orgasm rocked through him. Hard fingers dug into tender skin and she fought not to cry out in distress. Instead, she isolated the element of fire and pushed. The flame refused to split in two, instead beginning the total transfer to Seth. Instinct kicked in and her magic fought the separation. She couldn’t help it. Instead, she went with it, trying to distinguish the sources of flame and keep only what was hers. It was like trying to isolate each individual color in a flame, though. Impossible.
    Then she felt him. His magic, the source of what he was, brushed against her. For the briefest moment, their souls touched. The intimacy of the moment wrecked her. She let go.
    The elements went wild, whipping into a frenzy that drove her passion out of control. An inferno surrounded them. Her head fell back and she shouted, half in ecstasy, half in fear. She’d made her choice, though. She’d experience this—him in his rawest form—and the fallout would be what it was, the consequences hers alone. Her orgasm surged through her. Heat like she’d never known boiled the blood in her veins. She clamped down on Seth’s cock. Her heart thundered so loudly it drowned out everything else. Riding it out, she knew she’d crossed some line, gone to a new level of consciousness she could never not know. Until she met her end, Seth had ruined her for loving anyone else.
    Loving.
Did she love him? It was too large a question to answer, too impossible to contemplate in the moment. All she knew was that she loved his skill. That was enough.
    For now, it was enough.

Chapter Eleven
    Seth wondered for the briefest second if he’d died because there was no way could he experience that kind of physical release on this plane without dying. The thundering in his chest affirmed he was very much alive. That, or his heart was about to explode. Shaking and fighting not to drop the sprite in his arms, he went to his knees. He hit the wood floor—the
charred
wood floor—with a sharp crack that stole a groan from his raw throat. His brow furrowed. “Did I yell?”
    Eden’s forehead thumped his chin when her head tipped forward. “You were louder than a high school cheerleader at Friday night homecoming.”
    He pinched her ass. “I’m not a cheerleader.”
    “You should be. Hell of a set of lungs, Seth.”
    He took her chin and lifted it at the same time the shakes took over. “F-f-fucking h-hell.”
    She eased him to the ground and stumbled into the kitchen. He managed to avoid the fetal position until her feet reappeared. Then he gave in to the impulse.
    Curling into himself, he shivered. “Sh-shock.”
    “You did a lovely job as a reluctant sub, you beautiful man.” She cocooned him in the cashmere of the blanket he’d given her earlier before rolling him onto his back and supporting his head. “Slow sips.”
    “Aftercare—”
    “Is important in a good Dom…or Domme. I read up on