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“Is this supposed to scare me?” She jangled the metal restraints and let a smile shape her lips. “Oh, Sheriff, the fantasies I’ve had about you and these cuffs. ”
He didn’t grin back. His fingertips ran from between her breasts to the mound of her pussy, his gaze following the path they took before returning to hers.
“Frighten you?” he asked. “No, Rogue, this shouldn’t frighten you at all. I’d never hurt you. ”
The tone of his voice had her heart rate increasing. It was darker, rougher, as though the hunger that glittered in his eyes was at the edge of slipping the leash she could sense he had on it.
She wasn’t frightened, but she was wary. Zeke wasn’t joking, he was intent, fiercely controlled. Her heart was racing in her chest as his palm flattened on her abdomen and his lips lowered to her neck.
“There’s a reason why you don’t want me to touch you?” she asked.
“There is,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I want you to feel every touch, every sensation. Don’t worry about anything else. Just feel. ”
His teeth raked over her shoulder. Heated pleasure jumped through the nerve endings there and seared her with heat.
“What if I want to touch you, too?” she gasped.
“Too bad. ” His hands stroked down her side, fingertips pressing, feeling her.
“Not into mutual pleasure, huh?” She breathed in roughly as he parted her thighs, his head lifting, his gaze locking with hers.
“I’m into you, Rogue,” he said then. “And very soon, I’m going to be so into you that you won’t know where you end and I begin. ”
A cry fell from her lips as his teeth raked over a nipple, then his lips closed over it. He didn’t stop there, he lingered long enough to have her arching, writhing beneath his touch before he went to her other breast, tortured it with pleasure, and stoked the arousal burning inside her higher.
There was something about Zeke’s touch that stole her mind. She would have never trusted another man enough to restrain her, she knew she wouldn’t. But with Zeke the progression of fantasy to reality seemed natural. It was white-hot flames licking over her body where his tongue touched, but it felt natural.
It was Zeke. Hard, intent. The man she couldn’t get out of her head, and he was touching her.
Rogue heard the moan that fell from her lips and would have been surprised by the desperation in it if she had been able to actually think clearly. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. Feel what he was doing to her. Feel his hands spreading her thighs, his lips traveling from her breasts along her abdomen, the way his hands pulled her legs apart and he lay between them.
“I’ve dreamed about tasting you here again. ” His lips were at her hip bone. A kiss, a little nip that had her arching and crying out at the pleasure.
“So pretty. ” The backs of his fingers slid along the swollen flesh of her flesh. “Flushed and damp. You’re so wet for me, Rogue. ”
She could feel more of her juices easing from her vagina, coating her inner lips, tormenting her with the need for his touch.
A jerk of reaction tore through her body at the first fiery lick against her clit. A wild cry spilled from her lips as sensation raced along through the tiny bundle of nerves and sent spasms of pleasure clenching her womb.
Her feet dug into the mattress, her eyes opened, and she became lost in the sight of what he was doing to her. Gently, tenderly, his fingers parted the folds. His jaw tightened for long seconds before his lips parted and a breath of air struck the ultrasensitive bud of her clit before his tongue stroked through the slick folds.
Jerking, moaning, Rogue felt a landslide of pleasure begin to explode through her body.
She trembled beneath him, anticipation and hunger building inside her as she fought to hold on to some part of herself.
She was losing herself in his touch. She could feel it. Every cell of her body was reaching out for him as her heart opened, her soul melted, and she felt herself melding to him.
“Damn, you taste like candy,” he rasped, his voice tight, rough. “So fucking sweet I could drown in you. ”
But he licked instead. From the fluttering opening of her vagina to the hard throb of her clit. One slow, long lick as she watched, breathless. His tongue hovered over the bundle of nerves then, flickered around it, stroked, and caressed and sent her flying into a maelstrom of complete eroticism.
The pleasure was torrential. It washed over her, through her, built and rose until she was swamped with sensation with each lick. Then his lips pursed as they covered her clit to deliver a gentle, ecstatic little kiss that nearly sent her flying into rapture.
Sensation after sensation slammed through her system. Her womb clenched with it, her sex was drenched in it.
She wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to revel in the pleasure tearing through her.
But she wanted to watch. She wanted to stare in his eyes as she was now, and watch as he enjoyed her, tortured her, left her shaking, so close to release she could feel it burning at the edge of her mind.
