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honey. Her moans of approval made him suck her deeper before releasing her just enough so he could take her nipple between his teeth and gently nibble.
    The hard nub was just the right size, and he thought he could stay this way all night, giving attention to this delectable part of her body.
    She cupped his head in her hands, and he could tell by the way she tried to weave her fingers into his hair that she wanted it loose. There would be time for that later.
    Ash turned his attention to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on the hard bud. He loved the way she shivered, the fact that she had trouble keeping herself steady on her feet as he sucked.
    When he felt her sag against him, he lifted his head and looked at her face. Her features were soft with desire, her mouth slightly open, her eyes forming little slits.
    “Do you want me, sweet Felicia?”
    “You know I do.”
    He caressed her hip. “Even though you just had me inside you?”
    “It makes me want you more.” She looked down, and when she spoke again, her voice was so low he could barely hear her. “When I play with myself, I think of you.”
    “Oh, babe.” It was all he could do to keep from asking why she hadn’t called him, when it was obvious she wanted him. Don’t ruin the mood. There will be time for that later. Much, much later.
    He stepped away from her but kept his gaze trained on her face. “Take off your skirt.”
    It didn’t take her long to undo the fastenings and let the material fall to the floor. It pooled around her feet as her lush figure was revealed. He’d gotten into a fight with his older brother once when Keno had called Felicia fat. Ash had already blackened one of Keno’s eyes and was well into doing the same to the other when their father had pulled them apart.
    Defending her had been easy then, and it would be easy now.
    “You look scrumptious,” he said, but he could tell by the uncertain look on her face that she didn’t think that. Before she could voice her opinion, he pointed at the huge four-poster.
    “In the middle.”
    When she obeyed, his cock throbbed harder. He ignored it and licked his lips as she settled there. She looked at him with her brilliant green eyes, so trusting, just as she always had been. It hadn’t been enough to keep them together, though. Once again, it was something he pushed aside.
    Ash crossed to the dresser and picked up the T-shirt. He’d used his pocketknife to make small slits in it earlier so it would be easier for him to tear. He took it between his hands and pulled. The material gave, the ripping sound filling the room.
    Her soft gasp and whispered, “What are you doing?” was the perfect reaction. He’d wanted to split the shirt in front of her so she could see what was happening. Ash didn’t answer her question. It was too much fun to watch the look of anticipation on her face. He made six strips and noticed as he worked that she didn’t pose her question again. He tied them together, making two long strips.
    “Are you going to…? Um…”
    “Hush.” He straddled her. Her uncertainty gave him just a little pause. “I’m going to tie your hands to the posts so you’re at my mercy. If you want me to stop, say so now.”
    The room was silent as she watched him. For a moment, he thought she would say no. But then her head moved slowly in assent.
    Her left hand was first. After he’d made sure the ties weren’t too tight, he moved to the right. When she was secure, he stood and studied her. Stretched out between the posts, with her back against the headboard, she was in the ideal position for what he had in mind.
    He undid the top button of his shirt, moving downward at a leisurely pace. He tossed the shirt on the floor before he put his fingers on the first button of his jeans.
    “Talk to me, Felicia.”
    “Take them off.”
    Ash lifted an eyebrow. “Can you say please?”
    She pulled on her bonds, and more blood flowed into his cock, making it even