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He curved his fingers on her chin, turning her face to him. He covered her lips once more with another bone-melting kiss.

Roan broke their kiss, stepped back, and unlaced the back of her gown.

She stood there in nothing but her panties, waiting for his next move, listening to his ragged breathing.

When he didn’t say or do anything, she glanced over her shoulder.

Tall and impressive, his muscled body almost seemed to vibrate with his barely controlled hunger as his eyes raked over her.

But it was the all-consuming desire in his stare that took her breath away.

He desired her with the same madness that she did him.

They were locked together in this world of lust.

She turned to face him, a little scared to realize how much she wanted him. It made her feel reckless, ready to do anything with him in his bed. He closed the distance between them, pulling her against his rock-solid chest and invading her mouth once more with his probing tongue.

Kate gripped his shoulders, then buried her fingers in his soft hair.

She removed the leather tie that kept it bound, and his hair fell like a silvery waterfall around his face as he bent his head to hers.

He sucked her tongue, sending ripples of desire through her, scorching her soul.

Her nipples and her clit hardened as she moaned.

He straightened, his lips swollen from the rough kiss.

“Do not move. Do not glance behind,” he ordered, sidestepping her.

She heard the whisper of soft fabric and wondered if he was undressing.

He wasn’t.

“Arms above your head,” Roan commanded.

She obeyed, and he fastened the end of a long silk scarf to her left wrist. He’d tied the other end to the upper part of one of the tall posts at the foot of the bed.

Then he bound her right wrist next to her left above her head.

The hard but beautiful lines of his face softened as he glided his palms down her arms to her breasts.

He could touch her at his leisure, and that only excited her more.

She had nowhere to go, and to her surprise, that didn’t freak her out.

What’s wrong with me?

Roan didn’t give Kate time to dwell on that as he ripped her panties at the seams, dropping the shreds of wet lace to the ground.

“Splendid,” he said, gliding his tongue over his lips as he gazed at her completely bare body.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to avoid moaning.

His searing gaze ignited her flesh and melted her bones.

A cool breeze caressed her, but she burst into flames whenever he sucked on her nipple.

She squeezed her thighs together, afraid her sex would overflow.

Roan suckled her breast as though it were a rare piece of fruit.

As he feasted on one breast, he rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

“Roan!” The word tore out of her throat, full of need and desperate longing for him to possess her.

He chuckled as he switched to the other nipple, repeating his sweet torture. Her body responded. Her mind floated as pleasure built, but release lurked just beyond her reach.

Roan crouched in front of her and bound her ankles with additional strips of silk, binding her to the posts like an ancient sacrifice.

Kneeling, he held her gaze hostage and gripped her hips. He covered her sex with his mouth, groaning when he tasted her pleasure. She shivered and dropped her eyelids, shielding herself from his scrutiny as she realized he was watching her as his mouth moved over her clit.

He lifted his lips away from her body long enough to speak. “Do not look away.”

She obeyed, despite her embarrassment.

He gave a sinful grin. “Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy this. Keep watching me, Kate. I want you to see how much I enjoy your taste.”

She didn’t doubt him, so she stared as he licked the folds of her flesh, swirling his tongue in a way that nearly made her eyes roll back in her head.

Her flesh quivered under his lips, tongue, and fingers.

He sucked at her clitoris while two of his fingers stretched her to that threshold between pain and pleasure.

His other hand found a breast and kneaded it gently.

Bright spots turned her sight hazy as blood rushed through her veins.

She licked parched lips and heaved as a powerful orgasm coiled deep inside her.

“Fuck! I’m going to come,” she gasped, her voice husky in the cool night air.

“Not yet you aren’t,” Roan growled.

She gaped at him. “I can’t stop it, Roan. Not once I get too close...”

He knitted his eyebrows, gazing up into her eyes. “Hungry little thing. If you come without permission, I will leave you wanting over and over again until you learn to come when I say you can.”

Roan resumed sucking her flesh with fresh enthusiasm.

She clawed at the silk binding her to the post, biting her lip as waves of ecstasy threatened to pull her under.

Don’t think about him, think about anything else... She tried and failed.

“Please, Roan,” she whispered.

His tongue floated over her clit in various rhythms, leaving her guessing as to his next move, then stopped. “Please what?”

She twisted in his grip, but he dug his powerful fingers into her hips to stop her. The slight bite of pain helped her focus.

“ Please let me come,” she said through gritted teeth, not ashamed to beg, but still trying to obey his command.

His hands covered her breasts, which hung heavy and aching after his attentions. He tugged at her nipples, and she cried out at the stimulation of such an overly sensitive spot.

Molding his mouth to her folds, he pressed his tongue to the sweet spot that sent her heart rate skyrocketing.

She shook, head to toes, with the effort to keep her release at bay.

He whispered against her, “Come for me now, my little Kate. Give me your screams of pleasure.”

Her body exploded, brighter than a supernova, and her soul soared. Her flesh quivered around Roan’s tongue, gripping it with viselike strength. Her ears rang, her muscles twitched, and her heart thundered. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Roan sucked harder, and the cycle began again.

She thought she couldn’t take it anymore, but didn’t say anything. He’d proven her wrong the last time.

Roan rose to his feet and kissed her. Such a decadent idea, tasting her own pleasure on his lips. Yet, it turned her on.

He drew back. “You taste divine, don’t you think? Have some more.” He dipped two fingers inside her mouth. “Suck them dry.”

She did, holding his gaze as she licked his fingers. His wings fluttered behind him whenever her tongue explored the pads of his fingers.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

Her body quaked under that praise. God, she wanted to be his good girl, to feel proud that he liked how she was with him like this.

Then he released her from the silk bindings.

“Do you want to taste me?” he asked in that subtle, dangerous voice, and she found herself nodding.

“Then kneel.” He put a hand on her shoulder but didn’t force her down. She understood, then, that this was her choice. He wouldn’t force her.

She knelt into the soft white carpet that covered part of the room.

He opened the front of his trousers and freed his erection.

Her heart skipped a few beats at the sight of his thick cock throbbing.

The mushroom-shaped head glistened with his pleasure, and thick veins pulsed farther down.

She knew what he wanted her to do, but she’d never done this before.

Still, she wanted to try. She leaned close to him in silent encouragement for him to show her what to do next.

He traced her lips with the head. The softness of his skin surprised her.

As she took him into her mouth, he fisted her hair, making it impossible for her to move her head.

Unsure what to do, she glanced up at him.

He smiled down at her. “Lick and suck it. I shall do the rest.”

She flattened her tongue as he fucked her mouth with slow thrusts in and slower withdrawals out. With each pass, he grunted and pulled her hair tighter. She whimpered as her sex pulsed in sync with his shaft.

Kate hollowed her cheeks, sucking him until he released. She swallowed, tasting him, and his eyes filled with pleasure, giving silent praise as he gazed down at her.

He smoothed her hair with gentle fingers before he slid out of her mouth. “Your mouth feels better than I could ever have dreamed, little one.”

“Are we...?”

“Done?” He laughed. “Not yet, my darling Kate. Not yet.” He raised her to her feet and scooped her once more into his arms, setting her down on the bed as he stripped his trousers off.

He then climbed onto the bed, moving toward her.

She lay back, already worn out, hoping he would do whatever he wished now, and she would lie there and enjoy it, even if it killed her with pleasure.

Roan now loomed above her, his body covering hers, his wings shimmering in the muted glow of the wall sconces.

He kissed her lips, her closed eyelids, the shell of her ear, and her throat in soft, hot kisses.

Her body warmed as though she lay beneath a summer sun.

Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, until she fisted a hand in his hair.

She moaned softly as his lips teased one taut nipple.

He explored her body as though they’d never been together before, and Kate basked in the heated glow that Roan’s mouth and hands created.

He nibbled on the sensitive parts of her hips and then rolled her onto her stomach so he could explore her back, her shoulders, and the dimples above her bottom.

Wherever he kissed, it sent sharp jolts of arousal through her.