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again. She was building toward release,
ready to explode, the orgasm coming on much too fast, her entire body shaking
with the effort to—
    Her shriek echoed off the walls as he placed the final clamp
upon her clit, the sensation enough to bring her down from the ledge, her eyes
awash with the sting of tears. But already he was soothing the pain away, his
tongue darting across her tormented flesh while he slid two fingers high into
her sex.
    It had been so long since she’d had a man that her body
rebelled at his intrusion, clamping hard around him, unwilling to give him open
passage. But he was patient, tapping the clamp around her nub as he worked his
fingers in and out, higher and faster with each successive thrust until
Isabella shook so hard she clawed his shoulders in an effort to keep from
falling to the floor.
    She heard his sharp intake of breath as her nails pierced
his skin but he did not utter another sound of protest as he shifted position,
sliding his tongue along her flesh until she grabbed handfuls of his hair and
forced his mouth closer. “I swear I cannot wait.” Her voice cracked with her
effort to maintain control.
    Zayne released her and stood, his erection a length of dusky
marble curling high against his stomach. Now it was his turn to tremble as he
stood and led her toward the bed. “You will not come until I give you
permission.” His jaw was clenched so tight she thought it might shatter from
the pressure. “And I will not give you permission until I have buried myself so
far inside you I can feel every ripple of your pleasure around me.”
    The clamps drove her to darker depths of desire as he took
her to the bed. They tightened around her flesh with every move she made and it
took every bit of discipline she had not to let herself fall over the edge,
knowing it would spoil his pleasure if she came without him.
    He pushed her down onto her back and spread her knees apart,
exposing her fully to the intensity of his gaze as he took a condom from under
a pillow and sheathed himself. She thought he would take her right away but he
fucked her with his fingers once more.
    And it felt so good to have him touch her, to feel his
fingers burrowing high into her sex, the friction causing the clamp to rub her clit
with every stroke until she was fighting against the pleasure, battling the
need once more. “Take me now,” she begged, trying to push his hand away. “I can’t
stop. I can’t—”
    Before she could finish he slid up her body, his stomach
hard and hot against hers, the engorged head of his cock wrestling to fit
inside her. He was too big, too demanding, too much for her to take…but he
wouldn’t stop, didn’t stop, forcing his way into her inch by hardened inch,
holding her down as she tried to pull away, his mouth devouring hers as she struggled
to withstand him.
    But already she was lost to the pleasure, sucking his tongue
into her mouth as he drove deep into her again and again, and despite his
command she could not stop the pleasure as it rippled from inside her, taking
her over completely as Zayne continued his masterful thrusts, the bells upon
the canopy chiming with every arch of his hips.
    Her body clamped around his, the muscles of her sex fisting
him so strong, she heard him growl low in his throat as he scraped her across
the bed, coming hard and fast to his own release.
    “I am pleased,” he gritted out as he ground his hips against
hers a final time. “Very well pleased.” He lifted his head to smile down at
her.
    “So am I.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
    He chuckled and rolled away, sliding off the condom and
leaving her to fumble uncertainly with the clamps still securing her nipples, which
grew more uncomfortable by the second. To her relief he removed them gently,
bending his head to lick each tip, the attention enough to make her squirm as
the clamp upon her clit worked it back into arousal.
    She thought he might order her to stop once more but this
time he