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  Javier fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at her, a willing slave. He obediently raised his hands to the headboard again, eager to feel the silk and leather against his wrists, binding him. Hungry to be at her mercy.

  She tied his right wrist first with the silk tie and it was too soft against his skin. He wanted to feel the bite of it, to feel as though he was powerless.

  “Tighter,” he whispered and she blushed again, cheeks blazing, but did as he said. She untied it and tugged it tighter, until it squeezed his wrist and tore a groan from him. He nodded when she looked concerned. He could take it.

  When she tied his left wrist with his Italian leather belt, she did it up so tightly that it pinched his skin and squeezed his bones.

  Lilah moved towards him until her thighs were eye level with him and he could smell himself on her, smell their combined arousal. His cock twitched against the black towel, hungry to be inside her again, to climax this time, uncaring of the law. She was his. He would make Lord Ashville recognise that.

  When she moved to kneel close to his face and reached over the back of the headboard, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her thighs. He stared at them as she fumbled with the tie and the belt, trying to knot them together, tugging his hands forwards so they pressed against the headboard, the splintered wood rough on his wrists.

  She looked pleased with herself when she sat back.

  “You know these can’t really hold me,” he said playfully and she scolded him with a frown.

  “It’s not as though we have real shackles.” Her frown didn’t shift. “You’ll have to play along.”

  “I know where to get some.” He smiled up at her. “Knock on Snow’s door and ask to borrow his.”

  Her face blanched. His smile widened.

  “Do you really think I would let you wander off to see Snow?” His humour died at the thought. Snow was unpredictable. Dangerous. He couldn’t be trusted around anyone, not even his brother Antoine. “It was a bad joke. Maybe we can get some real ones if I make it through this.”

  Tears sparkled on her lashes and her shoulders sagged. “Don’t speak like that. He can’t do anything to you now. I made you do this.”

  She honestly believed that. It was so sweet of her, so beautiful that she had fooled herself into believing with all of her heart that this made any difference. He nodded, not wanting to see her cry because of him and her fear of what lay ahead for both of them. He would play along just as she had asked and would pretend with her so his heart stopped aching and the tears in her eyes went away. He didn’t want this time with her to be full of sorrow.

  He wanted it to be full of love.

  He wanted to find Heaven with her before he faced Hell.

  Lilah swallowed, rubbed the heel of her hands across her eyes, and drew a long deep breath. Her forced smile didn’t fool him.

  “Come here.” Javier nodded his head, indicating where he wanted her.

  She leaned over him, settling her hands on his bare chest, and pressed her lips to his. Her soft kiss warmed him, erasing the hurt and fear growing inside him, replacing it with hunger and love. He held the words back, afraid they would be too much for her to handle and she would break under the weight of them when everything between them was so uncertain. When everything was over and she finally belonged to him, he would tell her that he was in love with her and that he wanted her to be his forever.

  Lilah kissed away from his mouth, down to his chin and then along his jaw. He wanted to take hold of her and bring her mouth back to his but the tug of restraints around his wrists reminded him that he was powerless to do as he pleased. Lilah was in control now. He had never surrendered control to anyone before. It had always seemed like too great a risk to him. In the few seconds it would take him to break free, whoever he was with could stake and kill him.

  Her hand came to rest on the point over his heart and Javier realised that he trusted Lilah. Implicitly. He knew in his heart that he was safe with her and that she would never hurt him.

  And he knew that she trusted him too.

  She had let him kiss her when his fangs had been out and had kissed him when she’d had his blood on her lips, both times when he could have easily acted on his lust for her blood.

  The thought of biting her had his fangs descending again. Lilah paused and he felt her eyes on his mouth. She straddled his waist and leaned over him, her gaze boring into his lips. Her soft fingertips against his lower lip were a command he obeyed, parting them for her and letting her see his fangs. The beautiful look of fascination on her face as she carefully ran a fingertip over one of his canines stole his ability to breathe and he waited, wanting to see what she would do.

  She turned her hand so her palm faced him and pressed the pad of her index finger against the point of his fang, and flinched. The coppery aroma of her blood filled his nostrils and then the sweet fragrance of it flooded his mouth. His eyes changed again and he lurched upwards, every muscle tensing, ravenous for a taste of her. She didn’t shy away or flee as he expected. She bravely remained seated astride him and turned her hand again, so the tiny bead of blood on the tip of her finger touched his tongue. The flavour of her exploded in his mouth and his cock strained against the tight confines of the towel. He bucked his hips, aching for some relief, so hard that it hurt, and sucked her finger. His low guttural groan tore a gasp from her and he tugged at his restraints, hungry to drag her down to him and have her.

  “Javier,” she whispered and the sound of his name spoken so reverently by her broke through the haze of his bloodlust and sent him crashing back to reality.

  He opened his eyes and stared into hers, her finger still held fast in his mouth.

  “You can bite me if you desire it.”

  How could she speak to him so openly and with such respect when she couldn’t speak of her master like it? It made him feel as though she was already his, and that was dangerous.

  Javier released her finger and she took it back. He shook his head and a touch of hurt laced her expression. He wanted to reach up and touch her face when she looked like that, needed to smooth away her pain and make it all better.

  “Not yet,” he whispered, his fangs sharp against his tongue. He had meant to say never, that he would never use her like that to satisfy his thirst for blood and she meant more to him than just a source of sustenance to bring his darker side under control.

  Not yet. He wanted to bite her but feared it. His touch didn’t hurt her for some reason but he didn’t know whether his bite would. He had heard that biting an owned human caused them excruciating pain, almost triple that of a touch. He couldn’t risk that.

  “When all this is over?” she said, as though she had read the desire in his heart again. Did she know him so well that she could see through him and into his soul? Were they tied there, one in heart and soul, joined by their feelings?

  He nodded. “When you are mine.”

  “I want to be yours.”

  Javier rolled his eyes closed, his heart singing sweet mercy. She wanted to be his.

  Lilah grazed her hands over his chest and then up his arms to his wrists. She held them and leaned over him, pressing her forehead and nose against his.

  “And you will be mine,” she whispered and he shivered and groaned.

  “Forever.” He said it without thinking and instantly stilled, waiting for her to scoot away and fear him. She hated her master because he had bonded with her against her will. He feared she would hate him too for wanting to make her belong to him instead.

  “Forever.” That word breathed against his lips pained him, but even if forever was only this night it would be enough for him. “For a man tied up, you’re thinking too much.”

  Lilah kissed along his jaw, shifting her body down his at the same time, and he groaned his agreement when the apex of her thighs brushed his groin, stirring him back into hardness. He tugged at his restraints again and focused on the fact she had him tied up and at her mercy, and what she was doing to
him. She licked the left side of his neck and lightly bit him.

  Javier bucked on instinct, a flash of hunger burning up his blood and a deep groan escaping his lips. Lilah giggled and bit again, harder this time, and he snarled. She stilled, her rapid pulse pounding in his mind, the feel of her heart hammering against his chest pushing at his control.

  “Gentler.” Javier forced the word out from between clenched teeth, his fangs cutting into his gums.

  He feared she would stop completely.

  Lilah moved and chased that fear and all reason from his mind by nibbling along his collarbone. She pinned his shoulders to the bed and licked his throat again, tracing up the jugular, and nipped his earlobe. Javier fought to retain control. She lowered her mouth again and bit the curve of his throat.

  His blood turned to liquid fire that ignited every inch of him, his balls tightened and his cock quivered a second before the world exploded in bright sparks that burned wherever she touched him, fiercest where her teeth pressed into his flesh.

  “Ay, Dios, Lilah,” Javier breathed and relaxed into the bed, his length still twitching. He let his hands hang from the restraints, trying to gather himself and trying not to feel ashamed about what had just happened.

  He waited for her to laugh or say something that would crush what little male pride he had left.

  She drew back and stared down at him, her pupils wide and dark with arousal. “If a vampire bit you, would you have done this with them?”

  He shook his head. No. It was Lilah’s teeth on him that had lit the touch paper and caused him to detonate.

  “If I had fangs...” she caressed a line down his throat with her fingertip and then leaned over and replaced it with her tongue, sweeping the soft wet tip of it over the point where she had bitten and sent him crashing over the edge. It tickled his sensitised flesh, sending ripples of echoes of his orgasm through him, “and I bit you... would you come then too?”

  “Cristo... just the thought of you doing that... Lilah.” His cock stiffened again, hard and aching for more. He wanted her to bite him, wanted her fangs in his throat and his blood flowing into her. He wanted to be the one to give her those fangs, to bring her into his world as his mate.

  She raised herself, drawing her body away from his, and slid her hand down over his stomach to his hard shaft. He groaned as she cupped him through the damp towel, squeezing and teasing him.

  “Lilah,” he whispered and couldn’t get the rest of what he had wanted to say out. He wanted to beg her to touch him, to take him inside her again and ride him, to place her mouth on him and suck him. He wanted it all.

  She moved downwards, kissing his chest and swirling her tongue around his left nipple. He arched against her, ticklish from his orgasm, and moaned at the feel of her nails raking down his stomach. She shifted one knee between his thighs and her hands left him. Javier looked down the length of his body at her, his temperature soaring at the sight of her in the short black dress, her breasts on the brink of tumbling out as she leaned over him with her backside in the air. He growled, wanting to be behind her, knocking her knees apart and sinking his body into her wet warmth.

  Her wicked smile stole his heart.

  She tugged the waist of his towel and opened it, revealing his cock. Her gaze fell to it and she ran her fingers down the rigid length to his balls and cupped them. She hesitated then, as though she couldn’t decide or wasn’t sure what to do next. He wanted to tell her to do whatever she wanted with him. He was hers to command, to do as she pleased with and use in her search for pleasure.

  He lay and watched her as she lowered her mouth to his erection and ran her tongue up the length of it. She swirled it around the blunt head, moaning so low that his cock jumped eagerly. She smiled and licked him again, torturing him this time with the bare tip of her tongue. It wasn’t enough. He lifted his hips and she pressed them down, pinning them to the bed. He groaned, thrilled by the feel of her restraining him, controlling him.

  She sat back, reached around her, and unzipped her dress.

  Javier swallowed and stared, hungry for his first glimpse of her bare body. She teased him, slowly removing her dress, making sure she kept as much of her hidden from him as possible by keeping the dress in front of her. He growled again and her heart remained steady this time, no trace of fear entering her blood. She was growing used to him. Did she trust the darker side of him now? He would never hurt her. He might snarl and growl and snap but it was only because she drove him wild and made him burn for her with a need that consumed him.

  He bit his lip and clenched his fists when she finally lowered the dress, revealing the curve of her breasts at first and then the lacy trim on the cups of her black bra. Another growl escaped him as the rest of her bra came into view and then the flat plane of her stomach and finally she moved the dress aside, tossing it onto the floor and leaving herself on display. He wanted her bra gone too, and her panties. He wanted to tear them off her with his fangs and devour her nipples and plunge his tongue into her core to taste her.

  “Come to me,” he whispered, aching to taste her on his tongue.

  She shook her head and smiled.

  Vixen.

  She reached around behind her, undid her bra, and drew it down her arms. The first peek of her dusky pink nipples over the cups of her bra did him in. His cock throbbed and he bucked his hips, desperate for her to touch him. She did. She let her bra fall onto the bed, leaned over him, and ran her breasts over his hard length. He groaned, rolled his eyes closed and tipped his head into the pillow. It was too much. He tugged, tempted to break the restraints, torn between remaining at her mercy and seizing control.

  Lilah placed his cock between her breasts and held them, squeezing him between them and moving up and down. The box flashed across his closed eyes, the thrill of easing into her for the first time while she watched the performance returning full force and carrying him away. He had never done anything so erotic and so wicked. Slowly entering her as the man on stage had penetrated the woman, feeling Lilah shiver and tense around him, her warm wetness enveloping him, had brought him dangerously close to coming. He’d had to stop and wait until the hunger had receded before continuing, and even then it had been difficult to hold off his climax until Lilah had found hers.

  He wanted to come inside her this time. Needed to claim her fully.

  Javier opened his eyes to find she had moved up him while he had been reliving their first time together. She leaned over him, her hands on the top of the headboard and her breasts dangling above him. He craned his neck and captured her left nipple between his lips, and sucked it into his mouth. Her breathy moan tore a groan from him and he closed his eyes and suckled, rolling the hard bead between his teeth and fighting the temptation to nick it with his fangs and truly taste her.

  She lifted away from him and he reached for her, craning his neck as much as possible and desperately trying to capture her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He managed to flick it and she moaned so sweetly that he tried harder, ignoring how the bonds cut into his wrists and the splintered wood of his headboard stabbed into the back of his hands. She lowered enough that he could sweep his tongue over her nipple again and then enough that he could suck it back into his mouth, harder this time. He wanted her wild with need, as hungry as he felt inside. He tipped his head to one side and looked down at her black knickers.

  He needed to taste her.

  “Come to me,” he whispered and flicked her pert nipple with his tongue, hoping to tease her into doing as he asked this time. “I want to taste you on my tongue.”

  She blushed but didn’t do as he said. She had reacted as sweetly when he had asked whether she enjoyed watching the couples fucking. Did she like to hear him speak so obscenely to her and be blunt about things?

  “Let me fuck you with my tongue,” he said in a rough commanding tone and she bit her lip and moaned, her blush deepening.

  It worked.

  She slipped out of her panties, revealing the
soft neat thatch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. The scent of her drove him deeper into his hunger and his mouth watered, eager for the taste of her on his lips. He wanted to drink from her, to taste the nectar of her desire and know it flowed because of him. She wanted this as much as he did.

  “Come to me, Lilah,” he growled. “I must have you.”

  She nodded and then looked uncertain.

  With his hands tied above his head, it would be difficult to get to her, but asking her to undo the makeshift cuffs wasn’t going to get him anywhere. She would refuse and he didn’t want her to take them off him anyway. He wanted her to pleasure herself on him, to be the one in control, and he wanted to hear her say what she was going to do to him.

  “What do you want to do?” he whispered and her expression turned hesitant again. “Tell me, Lilah. I want to hear it. Don’t be afraid. Do you know what I want to do to you?”

  She shook her head, causing strands of her chestnut hair to fall out of her bun and brush her cheek. She hooked them behind her ears.

  “I want to lick you until you scream my name, and then I want to bend you over and thrust my hard cock into you and make you scream again. I want to feel you come on me and know it was because of me... because you want me too.” Javier was surprised he had managed to get everything out without stuttering or stumbling along the way. He had never been one for dirty talk but Lilah’s reactions to it made him want to try it for the first time, intoxicated him and lured him into putting voice to his wicked thoughts so he could get another fix of her blush and the hunger that flashed in her eyes whenever she heard how much he desired her. “What do you want to do to me?”

  She swallowed, mumbled something he didn’t catch, and then bit her lip.

  “Tell me, Lilah. Tell me what you want to do with me now you have me at your mercy.”

  Her gaze rose, locked on his, and she didn’t hesitate this time. “I want to sit on your face and suck your cock until you can’t take any more and then I want to... fuck you... until you come in me. I want you to come in me this time.”