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Finally, he broke away. “Say his name.”
“Never,” she panted.
“Oh, I think you will.” He rose up, straddling her hips to look down at her.
Her eyes fell to the hand at his hip as it drew the knife from the sheath. He brought it to her chest and she held her breath as he gently lifted each strap of her bra and cut through them. Then he moved to the center of her bra and sliced through it as well.
“Was that really necessary?”
“You bet it was, baby doll.”
Her chest heaved up and down as he returned the knife to its sheath and then pulled the bra free, tossing it aside. He sat back, his eyes coasting over her body, his warm palms landing on her stomach and then moving slowing up to cup her breasts. He squeezed, kneading them as his eyes flicked up to watch the reaction in her eyes, to see the desire flare to life again.
“I can play nice. Or not. It’s all up to you.”
He squeezed again, and her head fell back, her eyes closing as a moan escaped her lips.
“Say his name,” he whispered, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to sensitive peaks.
She shook her head, rolling it from side-to-side on the pillow. His hands released her, and a moment later he pinched both nipples. Hard. She arched her back as the sharp jolt zinged through her, and she bit her lip against crying out. Oh, God, it felt so good.
“Tell me.” His voice was sharp with demand as he applied more pressure.
She shook her head. “Never.”
He slid down her body, licking and nuzzling and nipping her skin all the way down. Her eyes followed his every movement. Then he settled between her legs, his broad chest holding her thighs wide and tucked under his arm pits. She couldn’t move. He had her held totally immobile and open, and at his mercy. He tore the lace of her panties, yanking them off with one strong tug, and she yelped.
His eyes, dark and hungry, lifted to hers just before he settled his mouth down over her. The flat of his tongue stroked over her with long slow swipes. She bit her lip, her head falling back. She felt his mouth leave her a moment before she felt a sharp nip on her thigh.
Her head came up as he ordered, “Keep your eyes on me.”
She looked down her body at him.
“Do you understand?” he pressed.
She nodded and watched as his mouth settled over her again. His laving tongue stroked over her again and again until he had her worked into a frenzy, twisting with need for more. Her body began to undulate, revealing the need she fought so hard to control. He lifted his head, shifting and a moment later she felt him slide two fingers inside her, gliding up and rubbing until he found her G-spot. Her head fell back again when he found it, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as her control unraveled.
“Bingo,” she heard him whisper as he began stroking it, first slow, and then fast, and then slow again. She writhed, and then his thumb stretched up to massage her clit. Her hips lifted in a dance as old as time, straining to meet his every stroke. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across her body as she struggled with the need he was driving higher and higher with every touch.
When he had her balancing on the edge of orgasm, he backed off and she twisted, lifting her hips, straining to get back his touch. “No, please.”
He tormented her with his tongue. Soft swipes that only brought her gently back down, and then he began with his fingers again, bringing her right back up to the edge again. This time he pressed his palm down on her lower belly, increasing the pressure of his fingers as they massaged the G-spot deep inside her.
“Tell me his name,” he demanded as he continued his assault.
She thrashed. “I can’t. I can’t.”
He backed off again, and she thrashed all the more.
“Please,” she begged.
“You can stop it all with a name, sweetheart. Give him up, and all the torment stops.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t. Won’t.”
