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you, but won’t giving in to this distract you from your responsibilities?”
“I think it will be more of a distraction if we don’t give in to this.”
His mouth settled over hers and Mara parted her lips, greeting his tongue with a tentative stroke from hers. He tasted faintly of wine and a dark, smoky flavor she couldn’t quite define. All hard muscles and warm skin, he pressed against her side. His long fingers still clasped her wrist, making her feel unbearably eager.
The unmistakable hum of her vibrator disturbed the stillness. How the hell had he rotated the base with one hand? She tried to separate their mouths, but he followed her halfhearted evasion. Instead of touching the toy to her sex as she’d expected, he brought the tip to one of her nipples. The vibration made her gasp and shiver. Sensations spiraled through her chest and kept right on going, churning up heat and liquid expectation as they descended through her body.
He circled one nipple and then the other; all the while his tongue ravaged her mouth, stroking and exploring with bold hunger. She’d always gotten right down to business with the toy, bringing herself to a fast, shallow climax so she could fall asleep. He trailed it across her belly, sliding it slowly from hip to hip. Her muscles quivered as tension gathered, becoming more insistent.
She dragged her mouth away from his and gasped in a ragged breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
A throaty chuckle was his only reply. Her legs parted of their own volition, giving him plenty of room to navigate. Ignoring her obvious want, he drew the vibrator along the inside of one thigh and circled her kneecap.
This was retaliation, she realized. She’d teased him mercilessly and now it was her turn to squirm. He moved the toy up the inside of her other thigh, touching her everywhere but where she really needed to be touched.
His lips pressed against her temple and an illusion formed within her mind. Silken cords wrapped around her wrists, curling and twisting like mystic snakes. Once her wrists were secured, the enchanted cords fastened themselves to the headboard. He moved his hand to her shoulder and she tugged against the mental restraints, not surprised to find her physical body imprisoned by the vivid image.
With both hands free now, he tore off his shirt and tugged off his jeans, tossing the garments aside with careless abandon. Either he hadn’t been wearing underwear or they’d come off with the jeans because he was suddenly naked and savage in the moonlight. Without a word, he returned to escalating her arousal. He teased her beaded nipples, rolling and tugging until she moaned in frustration and pleasure. Her breasts felt heavy, yet all the smoldering heat congregated in her feminine core.
He finally moved between her legs and she trembled, the empty ache nearly unbearable. She canted her hips, brazenly drawing his attention to her pussy. He traced her damp crease with his fingers, then the cursed vibrator. Why in the world had she ever taken the stupid thing out of its hiding place?
“Does that feel good?” The predatory gleam in his eyes told her he knew how desperately she wanted the teasing to end.
“It will feel a lot better when you let me come.”
“I’m sure it will, but I’m not ready yet.”
“When will you be ready?” She might have started this game, but he was obviously more experienced. Her senses were attuned to his every move, obediently following his commands.
“You’ll know.”
He eased two fingers into her core and she moaned. If he’d thrust inside, it might have been enough to send her over the edge, but he’d introduced the slight penetration with cruel care. Then he drew the vibrator up one side of her sex and down the other, caressing her swollen folds while avoiding her clit.
“Grip my fingers, hellion. The tighter you squeeze, the bigger they’ll feel.” She squeezed as hard as she could, her hips arching off the bed. Her
“I think it will be more of a distraction if we don’t give in to this.”
His mouth settled over hers and Mara parted her lips, greeting his tongue with a tentative stroke from hers. He tasted faintly of wine and a dark, smoky flavor she couldn’t quite define. All hard muscles and warm skin, he pressed against her side. His long fingers still clasped her wrist, making her feel unbearably eager.
The unmistakable hum of her vibrator disturbed the stillness. How the hell had he rotated the base with one hand? She tried to separate their mouths, but he followed her halfhearted evasion. Instead of touching the toy to her sex as she’d expected, he brought the tip to one of her nipples. The vibration made her gasp and shiver. Sensations spiraled through her chest and kept right on going, churning up heat and liquid expectation as they descended through her body.
He circled one nipple and then the other; all the while his tongue ravaged her mouth, stroking and exploring with bold hunger. She’d always gotten right down to business with the toy, bringing herself to a fast, shallow climax so she could fall asleep. He trailed it across her belly, sliding it slowly from hip to hip. Her muscles quivered as tension gathered, becoming more insistent.
She dragged her mouth away from his and gasped in a ragged breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
A throaty chuckle was his only reply. Her legs parted of their own volition, giving him plenty of room to navigate. Ignoring her obvious want, he drew the vibrator along the inside of one thigh and circled her kneecap.
This was retaliation, she realized. She’d teased him mercilessly and now it was her turn to squirm. He moved the toy up the inside of her other thigh, touching her everywhere but where she really needed to be touched.
His lips pressed against her temple and an illusion formed within her mind. Silken cords wrapped around her wrists, curling and twisting like mystic snakes. Once her wrists were secured, the enchanted cords fastened themselves to the headboard. He moved his hand to her shoulder and she tugged against the mental restraints, not surprised to find her physical body imprisoned by the vivid image.
With both hands free now, he tore off his shirt and tugged off his jeans, tossing the garments aside with careless abandon. Either he hadn’t been wearing underwear or they’d come off with the jeans because he was suddenly naked and savage in the moonlight. Without a word, he returned to escalating her arousal. He teased her beaded nipples, rolling and tugging until she moaned in frustration and pleasure. Her breasts felt heavy, yet all the smoldering heat congregated in her feminine core.
He finally moved between her legs and she trembled, the empty ache nearly unbearable. She canted her hips, brazenly drawing his attention to her pussy. He traced her damp crease with his fingers, then the cursed vibrator. Why in the world had she ever taken the stupid thing out of its hiding place?
“Does that feel good?” The predatory gleam in his eyes told her he knew how desperately she wanted the teasing to end.
“It will feel a lot better when you let me come.”
“I’m sure it will, but I’m not ready yet.”
“When will you be ready?” She might have started this game, but he was obviously more experienced. Her senses were attuned to his every move, obediently following his commands.
“You’ll know.”
He eased two fingers into her core and she moaned. If he’d thrust inside, it might have been enough to send her over the edge, but he’d introduced the slight penetration with cruel care. Then he drew the vibrator up one side of her sex and down the other, caressing her swollen folds while avoiding her clit.
“Grip my fingers, hellion. The tighter you squeeze, the bigger they’ll feel.” She squeezed as hard as she could, her hips arching off the bed. Her
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