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When the last agonized pulse of semen spilled to her greedy mouth, Doogan drew her head back, watching as she straightened before him, dazed, existing on instinct alone. His jaw clenched when she slid her fingers down her belly, moving for the swollen bud between her thighs. To finish finding her pleasure. To ease the pressure no doubt racking her swollen little clit.
“Oh hell no.” He caught her wrist, drawing it from her body.
“Doogan, I have to.” She tried again. “It wasn’t enough. I need . . .”
His fingers tightened on her wrist. “I could tie you to the bed if that’s what it takes.”
Heat flushed from her breasts to her hairline. Her eyes widened and pure, raw hunger spiked her dazed eyes.
“Oh, Zoey, baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You have no idea how good it can get . . .”
FIVE
What was he doing to her, to himself?
He’d asked himself that question when he’d taken her mouth. He’d known what he was doing to her when he’d taught her how to pleasure him in such a way. He was marking her, marking her innocence, marking each pleasure she experienced, each touch she learned, as his.
He was branding her sexuality.
Just as he knew what he was doing to both of them as he did so.
He was marking them both. Marking her with his hunger, with a soul-deep ecstasy he knew he’d never found with another woman. Knew he’d never find again. And he was marking himself with her innocence, with watching the glazed pleasure building in her eyes.
Instead of obliterating the sensual innocence, though, each touch, each pleasure seemed to heighten it.
Staring at her now, spread-eagle before him, her wrists and ankles secured loosely to the bedposts, he wasn’t surprised in the least to find his cock rock hard again. As though he hadn’t cum with a violence that shattered him as he shot his seed down her throat. He was just as hard, just as desperate to spill into her again.
As he knelt between her thighs, his hands stroked over her, priming her, sensitizing every inch of flesh further before he began building the storm he could glimpse in her eyes. Regret nearly tore a groan from his chest, though.
God, walking away from her wouldn’t be easy and he knew it. Having her learn the truth would be even worse.
“Why are you teasing me like this, Doogan?” she whispered desperately, tugging at the bonds now, trying to increase the sensation of each light stroke against her body. “I’m dying.”
She was so sensitive that even the lightest caress against her perspiration-damp skin drew a moan from her lips. The emerald ring around her iris was brighter, darker, mesmerizing if he wasn’t careful.
“Doogan, please . . .” she demanded.
“Not yet. Soon,” he promised, bending to brush his lips against hers as she panted for breath. “Trust me, Zoey. Let me give you this. You trusted me enough to tie you to your bed; trust me to know how to touch you, to give you the ultimate sensations and pleasure.”
She moaned, her eyes still dazed, the arousal riding so high inside her that even her smooth, silken belly was flushed with it.
“Will I have a mind left when you’re finished?” She stretched beneath him again, trying to arch against his touch as it trailed down her side.
“You will, but I doubt I will,” he admitted, loving the feel of her sleek, lightly tanned flesh.
Trailing his fingers to her breasts once more, he leaned closer, caught his weight on one elbow, and cupped a swollen breast, his thumb brushing over the violently sensitive peak of her nipple.
“A woman can orgasm from only having her nipples stimulated,” he told her, blowing a breath over the tight peak and watching the reddened color deepen at the brush of air. “Your nipples are so sensitive, so eager for pleasure. I bet I can give you another of those hot little orgasms by doing nothing more than sucking these hard little nipples.”
Her pupils dilated, her body jerking with a rush of sensation that he knew would be peaking in her womb.
“Shall we find out?” Lowering his head the last inch needed, he lashed his tongue against the pebble-hard tip, her low, strangled moan his reward.
She was so sweetly responsive. The arch of her body, her broken moans, the way she loved every touch he gave her. It made him want to push her higher, give her more.
“It’s good, isn’t it, baby?” he whispered before letting his teeth rake over her hard nipple.
A cry tore from her, her body shuddering against him.
