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“We’re going to burn these clothes when I’m finished with you.” Wrath ripples off him like an electrified current, slamming into me one hard surge at a time. “And while we’re at it, I forbid you from drinking coffee ever again.”
I can’t help but laugh while playfully pouting at the ceiling. “But I love coffee.”
“You’ll learn to love something else.” He bites the hollowed slope above my shoulder as if to mark me, own me, and dammit, I crave so much more of this carnal possession. Lapping the sting from my skin, he rumbles, “I hear tea is a great substitution.”
Lust stokes the inferno in his gaze when he pulls back to check in with me, reading and assessing, as if he wouldn’t dare press on without knowing I’m on board, and I wish that simple gesture didn’t soften me to him as much as it does.
“We’re just scratching an itch,” I breathe, reminding us both what’s really going on here, festival voodoo be damned.
“Mm-hmm.” His lips hum as he smiles across my skin.
“Tomorrow, we’ll pretend this never happened. You’ll go back to being a frustrating, exasperating—”
“Handsome, irresistible…” He exhales against the underside of my chin, granting me several more pecks and despite myself, I laugh again.
“I can’t decide if I’d rather punch you or kiss you.”
Each word is drenched in sex when he says, “I’m open to both.”
Then our mouths are melding, even easier this time, as if somehow our bodies have already learned what the other expects, needs, and desires. If I was the sentimental type, I might think this was the purpose ofHallevah. To find a partner whose mind, body, and soul are a perfect match beyond the intricacies of a dance.
“This changes nothing,” I warn the man who’s dangerously close to changing my view of him.
His lips are so warm and satiny soft, I’d almost be content kissing him all night long.
Almost.
Marcus nibbles my bottom lip. “Right.”
With my last surviving braincell, I press my knee into the hard plane of his abdomen, but he hardly budges. “I’m serious, dammit. The last thing either of us needs is a complication. And this,” I say, gesturing between our hips, “is screaming complication.”
“We can worry about tomorrow, tomorrow,” Marcus mumbles, grabbing my knee and deliberately flexing my hip outward to make space for him. “I’m going to take my time with you, Heather. Not because I want something in return, and not because I’m scratching an itch.” His blue eyes darken when he straightens, drinking me in. “But simply because Iwantto.”
Well, there’s no way in hell I’m saying no to that, so I concede with a murmured, “Okay.”
I watch him unbutton my blouse and then delicately slide the material off my shoulders. It pools around my waist in a quickwispbefore, inch by inch, he removes the blindfold I wore duringHallevahfrom his pocket.
Holding it out for me, he gestures for my wrists with a crooked brow. “In case you get any ideas about staking me again.”
“I happen to be stake-free, vamp.” But I surprise myself by offering my wrists to him willingly.
Marcus kisses the thumping pulse on the inside of each wrist before efficiently tying them together in a knot. A wolfish grin becomes him. “Unbelievable, Heather.”
“What?” I ask, glancing at the material winding around my arms and questioning if I’ve done something wrong.
“How goddamn sexy you are, restrained and at my mercy.”
My inner ice fortress quakes, threatening to crumble altogether.
The electrified air peaks my nipples, and his lower half bucks on instinct when I stretch to stroke his impressive length behind his zipper. Saliva fills my mouth as I writhe to bust the damn thing open. But when I grip him hard, Marcus hisses a breathy,ahhbefore snatching my hands and pinning them between our bodies.
“When you’re bound, you will not touch me unless I give you permission, do you understand?”
“I-I’m sorry.” But my fingers clawing at his chest and my rolling, needy hips say I’m anything but.
“Don’t be sorry. Be obedient,” he grumbles, testing the weight of my breasts with rough, calloused hands. “Now, tell me you understand like a good fucking girl so I can finally taste you, slayer.”
“I understand.” I cry out the moment his tongue lashes one aching nipple. “Yes!”
