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reaching down into her belly and making her cunt contract. She couldn’t keep herself from pulling against her bonds. Now that she couldn’t touch him, she wanted to all the more. His large hands caressed her stomach and hips while he suckled her taut peaks.
    He kissed his way down to place his tongue in her navel. His fingers trailed along the edges of her quim. She caught her breath. Oh, yes, if only he would hurry and stop teasing her. She really didn’t need coaxing. She’d been ready in the carriage and having his cock in her mouth—tasting his seed—had only increased her desire.
    He parted her to expose the tender folds within then lowered his head and traced them with his lips, working his way slowly up to her nub. He flicked it with warm, wet strokes of his tongue.
    He stopped and looked up, his eyes meeting hers.
    “You taste of peaches and warm summer rain,” he said in reverent, husky tones.
    He bent again and took her erect pearl into his mouth and drew on it lightly at first. She whimpered with pleasure and arched her pelvis, seeking greater stimulation. He gave it, suckling on her more firmly. She moaned, her tension rising and rising, her hips bouncing on the bed. Oh, God, he could make her come quickly. It would only take a few more strokes of his clever tongue. The first tugging pull of her orgasm began and she closed her eyes and moaned, waiting for it to wash over her.
    He stopped and the urgent, impending sensation faded away.
    She whimpered and tossed her head. It was so unfair when he did that. She opened her eyes.
    He was staring at her. Not at her face but at her body. Taking his time and letting his gaze move over her slowly. “God, you’re beautiful like this.”
    She thrashed in her bonds. Didn’t he realise she was afire and likely to die from the sheer torment?
    He touched her entrance and slid one finger in. She contracted around it. He withdrew then immediately plunged two fingers in, their way made easy by how very wet she was. The fullness was pure relief. She moaned and rocked her hips. He hooked his fingers and explored along her inner, upper wall until he touched that one special spot that sent hot, honeyed pleasure thrumming through her deepest core. She drew her knees up and pressed her feet to the bed.
    “You like that, my beautiful darling?”
    “Yes, yes, yes, God, yes! ”
    He worked his fingers back and forth. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. There was more than one way to come. He’d shown her that. This way was deeper, sweeter. Her body trembled with the impending storm.
    He stopped again.
    She lay gasping and straining in the bonds. “Alex?”
    He blew warm air over her aching heat. Blood surged into her nub, making it more erect than ever. “Please, Alex, please.”
    “When you’re truly ready—not a moment before.”
    “Why must you”—she gasped for breath—“torture me like this?”
    He touched her idly, too lightly to do anything but drive her desire higher. “I have told you before.” He grinned. “Because it pleases my vanity to hear you plead.”
    “One would think your vanity should be satisfied long ere now.”
    “The male vanity knows no limits. You should know this. You were kept far too sheltered.”
    She twisted against the ties on her wrists. “Then you should take pity on me. I am not equipped to deal with men.”
    “Oh, you’re equipped, believe me. You keep me constantly hungering to be buried in your hot, tight depths.” He sank his fingers back in.
    She moaned and closed her eyes. This time the motion of his fingers was too shallow, not strong enough. She wasn’t even close to coming now yet she ached worse than before. A soft wail sounded in her ears.
    He withdrew his fingers. The bed rocked and his thighs brushed hers, urged them apart. Warm silken hardness touched her nub, caressing her oversensitive flesh in slow circles.
    “Alex!” The word was both a plea and a protest.
    He slid to her entrance. “Is this what you