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back another breathy gasp. Nothing felt better than this. If this was his method of torture, she could get behind it one hundred percent. But the only talking she’d be doing was a bold cry when she came.
    His teeth grazed her other nipple. Her chest hummed and the tingle of want shot down to her belly and lower. She tugged against the restraints. This was not fair!
    A languorous suckle drew up a moan to her tongue. She arched her back to receive further torture, but when she didn’t feel the next lash of heat, she opened her eyes to find him waiting for her.
    â€œYou want it?” he teased.
    â€œHell, no.” She sank into the bed. Two could play this game. But the air cooling her wet nipples only worked to tighten them more and increase her desire. “Thought you didn’t like vampires?”
    â€œI don’t drink their blood. But I can appreciate a gorgeous woman, vampire or not. And your breasts are—stone me, they are perfection. I guess that makes me a breast man, eh?”
    Hallelujah! Oh, Lyric, don’t succumb .
    The next lash devastated her stalwart resistance and Lyric lifted her chest to accept his exquisite punishment. Her fingers curled about the leather strap binding her hands, but being bound no longer frightened her—it turned her on.
    His tongue was hot and masterful, and he made it soft and then firm to draw it expertly across her flesh. So close to some kind of giddy release, she pressed her legs together but couldn’t quite achieve the squeeze that would make her come.
    â€œNot a tough torturer, if you ask me,” she said on short breaths.
    â€œTorturers, by nature, get off on their jobs. I’m no different. This is really getting you off, isn’t it?”
    â€œBloody Mary,” she swore.
    â€œUh-uh. One shouldn’t invoke the name of the dark prince’s girlfriend unless they wish Himself to pay a visit.”
    â€œI’d prefer him over you right now.”
    â€œOh, I doubt it.”
    True. Himself was the devil. No vampire ever invoked his name three times unless they wanted to deal with Hell.
    Vail sat back and hooked a finger at the vee in her dress where the cut ended just above her bellybutton. With a tug, the jersey parted down to the hem. “Doesn’t take much to get you wet, eh?”
    Lyric struggled against the belt. She was strong, but so was leather.
    She held her thighs tightly together as his fingers trailed the crease formed between each leg and her mons. The soft tickle of his fingers felt—damn, it felt great. And the skim of his cold metal rings stirred her flesh to goose bumps.
    Her hard, ruched nipples pleaded for more attention, and he noticed. Vail flicked his thumb over one of them. Much to her horror, Lyric gasped. She couldn’t stop from showing her arousal. Damn her. And damn him.
    â€œI like the taste of your skin,” he said, and lowered his mouth to her breast again.
    He suckled her as if he was enjoying a dessert, rolling her nipple between his lips and tonguing it rapidly, then more slowly, then tending her entire breast. He kissed every curve of each of her breasts until she wondered if a woman could come simply from breast stimulation alone. It was beginning to feel possible.
    And she didn’t notice she’d relaxed her legs until she felt the soft trace of Vail’s finger mount the apex of her thighs. Testing, teasing, taunting her with his presence, the promise of something more.
    She moved her legs together, but a slap of his palm to her thigh stopped her.
    â€œKeep them open,” he said around her nipple. “You want this, Lyric.”
    She shook her head. Oh, yes, you do .
    A lift of his eyebrow provided the sexiest expression she had ever seen on a man. And the curl at the right side of his mouth was this bad boy’s signature move. Devastating. “Then stop me,” he said.
    Stopping him meant giving him the information he wanted. Not as easy as he