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squirmed in her chair.
     
    He stopped, and she wanted to
cry out for him to continue.  She cursed herself a fool.
     
    “If I disturb you, leave,” he
said.
     
    But she couldn’t.  Not until
she had some assurance she could move about freely, and she’d not even begun to
ask him.  He was a devil for taunting her this way, for distracting her from
her purpose.  “Is ... is our arrangement still in place?  Can I continue to
gather necessities?”
     
    He gave her a dark,
unreadable look.  “You must convince me I can trust you once more.”
     
    “How, my lor--Damian?”
     
    He held her gaze locked with
his own, intense and hot.  “You must please me, Bianca.”
     
    Her eyes widened.  “But--”
     
    “If I feel confident you’ll
do anything I ask, then surely you would not break your word again.  You
wouldn’t, would you?”  He stood, over her, and she craned her head up to see
him.
     
    “I will do ... whatever it
takes, Damian.”
     
    He smiled, and she shivered
at the promise in his dark eyes.  “I had hoped you would say that, my sweet
lady.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Damian swiped his arm across
the end of the table, sweeping away the tableware.  Plates and crystal goblets
shattered as they struck the stone floor, shards scattering like pebbles
skipping over a still lake.  The flames of fallen candles snuffed in the
spilled wine, and thin tendrils of smoke rose in the dimmed room.
     
    Bianca froze in her chair,
startled by his actions.  She was unable to keep her eyes off of him.  “Why are
you doing this?  You can’t derive any pleasure from it.”
     
    He turned back to her and slid
his hand around the back of her neck, digging his fingers into her hair as he
tilted her head back.  He pulled her close, and she rose instinctively, her
skin prickling with the feel of his cool fingers guiding her.
     
    He bent his head toward her,
his mouth inches from claiming her own.  “Your pleasure is my pleasure,
Bianca.”  He leaned closer, so near she could almost flick her tongue out and
taste him.  She realized she wanted him to kiss her, almost as badly as she
wanted him to claim her.
     
    He teased with his nearness,
massaging the base of her skull lightly.  “More than anything, I want to slide
my shaft inside you and watch you come,” he whispered.
     
    Her womb pulsed with each
drawn out word, and she shivered.  She should stop this ... but she couldn’t.
     
    A breathless expectancy
seized her as she waited for his kiss.  He released the back of her neck
suddenly.  A surprised gasp escaped her throat as he grasped her waist and
lifted her onto the table.  She clutched his armored shoulders as he stooped
and grabbed two handfuls of her skirts and lifted the hem high on her thighs.
     
    He pushed between her legs,
forcing them apart, spreading her cleft wide to him.  He rounded her hips with
his hands, pulling her close, and the cool metal of his armor rubbed against
her exposed clit.  She arched her head back, shuddering from the contrast of
cool hardness to her feverish skin.
     
    Bending, he dragged his lips
down her exposed throat, tearing a moan from her as he moved to the curve of
her neck and bit her lightly.  She felt the pull of her laces, a shot of fresh
air on her skin, and then he’d shoved one hand into her bodice and cupped a
breast, squeezing the soft flesh.
     
    “Will ... will you not ...
kiss me?” she breathed, running her fingers through his silky hair, trembling
as he pinched her nipple between his fingers.
     
    He broke away from her neck
to study her.  “Where would you like to be kissed?” he asked huskily.
     
    A hot flood of moisture
suffused her cleft at the smoky look in his eyes.  “Anywhere you will it, my lord.”
     
    Damian leaned forward and
pressed his lips against hers briefly.  She parted her lips, expecting more,
but he pulled away.
     
    “Lie back, my beauty, and I
will give you your kiss.”
     
    Unsure, she slowly