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"I'll remember that line," she responded, her voice husky, sensual. "I'll repeat it to you when my turn comes. "
He tossed the fabric to the floor before gripping the band to her panties and tearing them from her hips. She jerked involuntarily, hips lifting, a little gasp leaving her throat, assuring him that she was already well on her way to the point he needed her to reach.
She was responsive, eager for the pleasure, and she trusted. That trust, the thought of it, the knowledge that in such a short time she had handed him that much of herself, caused his chest to clench with unexpected emotion.
Hell, he knew married couples who hadn't reached this point yet.
Moving back, he enclosed her legs between his thighs, pressing them tight together and holding them in place as he bent to her.
His cock pressed into the soft flesh of her belly and her lips parted beneath his as she undulated beneath him. Her clit would be aching, he knew. The pressure of her thighs wouldn't be enough to do more than tease and tempt at this point. She would be close, certain her orgasm was only a breath away. And it was much farther away than she could ever imagine.
He played with her lips. Kissed her slow and deep and tasted the passion already raging inside her. He nipped at her lower lip, felt her breath coming hard and deep, then sank into the kiss with all the need raging inside him.
He'd wanted her, just like this, for so many years. Helpless beneath him, arching to him, desperate for every touch, every stroke he could give her.
Chase could feel the pleasure pouring through him as well. Each gasp from her lips, each stroke of her tongue against his, each helpless little moan that came from her throat was like a physical caress against his flesh.
This was what it was all about. All the patience, each stroke, each plea from her lips, each sweet drop of syrup from her heated pussy was his pleasure.
When his kiss had pushed her to the lowest point of the journey he intended to take her on, he pulled back. He stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek as her lashes lifted.
Her eyes were dilated, the color darker now. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen with passion.
"I've dreamed of doing this to you," he admitted, his head lowering, his lips brushing against her jaw, his teeth raking it as a whimpering little sigh left her lips.
"You didn't have to wait. " Her voice was thick, heavy with arousal now.
"I should never have waited. " He had never been certain that the gentle, quiet young woman he glimpsed on the outside could handle the darkness that filled Chase on the inside.
Had he been wrong? Was the woman who had begun to fill so many parts of his heart stronger than he ever believed possible?
Kia had to watch as he touched her. She couldn't touch him back; she could only strain against him and wonder if she had somehow managed to lose all possession of her common sense when she dared him.
She knew what the Trojans were. The nickname given to the men who were a part of the exclusive club Chase helped to protect.
They were extremely dominant. They were powerful, and they were whispered to be the ultimate lovers. She wasn't the only one who had dared to tell the truth about them; she had just been the only one who had dared to whisper it outside the confines of a particular group.
There had always been vague little stories. Hints of warnings. And there had always been Chase, watching her, promising her all those stories were indeed the truth.
She arched as his lips moved along her collarbone, his tongue licking a trail of fire to a hard, distended nipple. She was already so sensitized she could barely stand it. But when his lips surrounded the hard peak and
he sucked her deep, she wished she had never made that insane dare.
She could be touching him now, fighting for the pleasure. Instead, she was restrained, her hands bound, helpless beneath his touch. Helpless beneath the pleasure.
"Do you feel it yet, Kia?" His head lifted, his face flushed with arousal, his eyes bright with it. "Do you feel it moving through you yet?"
She shook her head. She bit back the moan of assent as she felt that darkness she knew he was asking about. It hovered, right at the edge of her mind, the hungers she had always refused herself, until Chase. Until he held his hand out to her and pulled her into his world.
His tongue curled around the opposite nipple. He sucked it and fire shot to her womb as she bit her lip to hold back her cry. The first plea.
He was slow and easy, sucking her deep and firm. His tongue licked and stroked, and each flick of it sent pleasure cascading across nerve endings that should have never responded to that caress.
Her fingers curled. She gripped the leather straps restraining her and tried to push her nipple deeper into his mouth.
He pulled back, a little sucking sound echoing around her as her nipple slid from his lips. His teeth caught the tender bud a second later.
Kia gasped. The fiery little pleasure pain had her nearly begging for more.
