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leaned back against them and tipped her head back, resting it against their shoulder. Heat seeped through her body when whoever held her began to guide her hips in a rhythm, her ass brushing against a growing bulge. Sabrina sighed softly and ground back against her partner, her hand sliding along the thick, heavy thigh that framed hers.
    She felt weightless, the music pounding like a heartbeat in the warm, heavy air of the cave. Her heart thumped, the blood racing along her veins as her partner slid his hand up her side, brushing against her breast. It felt good, so, so good. Lifting her hand, she went to take another drink from her cup, pouting when it got lifted from her hand and set aside. She tried to turn around, but the hand on her hip wouldn't let her.
    She turned her head, nuzzling against a thick neck. "Hey, that was mine."
    "You've had enough." His chest rumbled beneath her back when he spoke, making her giggle.
    She sighed when his hands tightened on her hips once more, turning her. Her feet left the floor and she nearly screamed, her head spinning from the drink.
    Cool lips brushed her ear. "It's me, Princess, relax."
    She stiffened when she finally recognized Patrick's voice. When the hell had he arrived here? He'd gone back to London! His hand drifted from her hip to the front of her skirt, dipping beneath the hemline and ghosting over her thigh, leaving her skin feeling electrified. A soft moan escaped her lips. A warm chuckle skated across the shell of her ear and she shivered involuntarily, tremors dancing up and down her spine. He slipped deftly through the crowd, holding her tightly against his chest.
    When they were deeper within the caves, he dropped her legs so she could slide down the front of his body then pinned her back up against the smooth, rock wall. Sabrina could barely see his face in the dim light, the flickering candles giving him a sinister and forbidding look. Her head spun and she had trouble focusing on him.
    His hands rose slowly, framing her face. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs and she couldn't seem to find enough air to breathe as he stared at her, seemingly transfixed. She licked her lips nervously and he groaned softly.
    "Do you know what tonight is, Princess?"
    Sabrina inhaled deeply, drawing her lower lip into her mouth, biting down on it gently. "No." Her voice came out barely above a whisper and her stomach quivered when he leaned closer.
    His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, his voice thick and low. "Sinner's Eve."
    Her head dropped back and he moved closer, neatly fitting his big, hard body against hers. His knee pushed between her thighs and his hand dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. Sabrina moaned when his leg brushed up against her center, hot tendrils of need spinning through her.
    "And I'm going to be a bad, bad man tonight," he continued, his thumb stroking over her lower lip.
    "Patrick—" she said fuzzily.
    "Shh, Princess, I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly, silencing her with one thick finger across her lips. "But I am going to make you remember that you're mine."
    He lifted her hands, padded cuffs circling her wrists before he tugged them above her head. He secured them before dropping to his knees in front of her.
    Sabrina bit her lip again when he slowly lifted her skirt, pressing kisses to the softness of her inner thighs. Her knickers were soaked, and they rubbed against her swollen clit each time she shifted.
    "You're so fucking amazing."
    His voice, sinfully thick and deep, echoed off the rock walls, surrounding her. He unfastened her boots, setting them aside before reaching up to pull the thick knit tights down, peeling them off one leg at a time.
    His hands moved back to her hips, drawing down the slim straps of elastic that held her knickers up. Lowering them down, he kissed a fiery path along her legs. He lifted each foot, and pulled the sodden scrap of material from her, setting it aside. Strong hands slid up her thighs and