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He moved lower, dripping more of the melting ice into her navel, then tongued her piercing before lapping at the water. The cube drifted along the ridge of her pelvic bone to brush her mound.
Shifting his weight, Ryder wedged his shoulders between her thighs, opening her completely to him. Icy water leaked from his lips over her clit.
Her hips jacked skyward. “Please…” She tugged at her binding. Her brain sent mixed messages. Was this heaven or hell? All she knew was she needed him inside her.
Now.
His hands clamped her thighs to hold her in place as he indulged in sensual play with his lips and tongue, setting fire to what he’d just chilled.
“This is my favorite part of your body. Golden and pink. Sweet as honey rimmed with salt and so goddamn addictive I’ve dreamt of your taste for eight years.” His voice was deep, guttural, lust tearing away his civilized cadence until it was almost unrecognizable.
She bit her lip to hold back a moan. Every inch of her skin had become a layer of nerves that rendered each touch, each word from Ryder into sensual pleasure to short-circuit her synapses and leave her a quivering, boneless heap of wanting.
He crunched the remaining ice between his teeth and sat up.
Her insides fluttered in anticipation.
Finally.
“Not yet.” The smile he gave her was borderline cruel. He leaned over and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand. When his hand reappeared, it held her vibrator.
Her entire body flushed. “Have you been snooping in my drawers?”
His answering smile was wicked. He kneeled over her splayed body. “I’ve been told that using one of these can make an orgasm more intense.” With a flick of his fingers, her toy hummed.
Nathalie moaned. He was going to torture her.
When the vibrating silicone tip touched her clit, every muscle in her body contracted. Her eyes slammed shut. She breathed deep and forced herself to relax and sink into the sensation. The heat of Ryder’s stare burned through her closed lids.
The hum increased in volume.
Her insides clenched. She panted, trying to slow the delicious tension building, but it overwhelmed her. A wail tore from her throat as her body seized in wave after wave of violent pleasure.
Ryder shut off the vibrator.
Tiny pulses of aftershocks twitched her internal muscles. The rest of her was a dishrag, incapable of moving.
But her craving for him? That had only gotten stronger. “Now, Ryder. Please. I need you inside me.”
The humming sound returned. “Again,” he whispered. His lips caressed her sex.
“I can’t. It’s too much.” Oversensitive nerve endings and hunger twisted around each other until she didn’t know how to separate them.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, his blue eyes dark and commanding, hot as a flame. “Yes, you can.” The sex toy danced over her engorged bundle of nerves.
Pleasure and pain intertwined like lovers in her brain. “Please.” He’d reduced her to mindless begging. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. She tugged on his tie, but it only tightened around her wrists. Her inner walls constricted again, then convulsed so hard her abs joined in. Nathalie’s scream came out as a whimper—she had neither the breath nor strength for more.
Ryder tossed the vibrator to the floor, then ripped off his briefs and mounted her in one powerful thrust of his hips. He went rigid, his expression one of agonized pleasure. “Fuck. Feel how tight you grip me.”
“Let me touch you,” she begged.
He reached over her head and freed her wrists.
Her hands flew to his chest, the feel of his skin warm and smooth, the hair on it crisp beneath her palms. She slid them over his shoulders, down muscled biceps to his thighs as he moved inside her.
Each thrust and retreat rubbed oversensitive tissues, sending more shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her nerve endings. How could something feel so good yet carry that bite that kept her senses on edge, heightening her response?
“Do you feel it? How we fit.” Ryder captured her gaze and held it hostage. “Only you, Nathalie. No one else has ever come close to you.”