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for his size, or had Kiel been unusually small?
    “Release me from my vow.” He trailed his fingers from her armpit to the outer curve of her breast.
    “What?” She thought he’d finished toying with her.
    “I accept full responsibility for what we’re about to do. Now release me from my vow.”
    “No!” She rolled onto her side, presenting him with her back, arms still extended overhead. “You swore you wouldn’t… I have no intention of releasing you from your vow.”
    “Fine.” He lay down and pressed himself against her back. His body heat sank into her flesh and his breath stirred her hair. Starting with her upraised arms, he caressed her entire body. He stroked her skin, squeezed her curves, and stimulated her nerve endings with a combination of sensations. He rubbed until she relaxed, then suddenly used his nails.
    “Stop…touching me.” She tried to twist away, but he followed.
    “I like touching you, and you need to grow accustomed to my touch.” He cupped one breast and then the other, his thumb circling her nipples. “Relax. You won this round.”
    She tried to remain stiff and unresponsive. Her mind cooperated. Her body had other ideas. Her breasts swelled, her nipples tight and tingly. He splayed his fingers low on her belly, then pulled his hips back. What was he doing? She glanced over her shoulder, and he grinned.
    “You’re so hot and wet. We’ll finish like this.” He pushed between her thighs, parting her folds with his thick shaft. She clasped the chains attached to her cuffs and waited for his length to fill her. He slipped his other hand under her body and adjusted the angle of her hips. “Squeeze your thighs together. Make it nice and tight.”
    With one hand on her abdomen and the other on her hip, he moved between her thighs, short, shallow thrusts that bumped against her clit. She pushed back against him, unable to ignore the pleasure yet yearning for more. Each time he rubbed against her clit, a ripple of sensation gripped her. She pressed her lips together to keep from crying out. Pleasure burst in staccato pulses, radiating through her entire body.
    He clasped her to him and rolled her nearly on top of him as he shook against her back. His seed splashed her thighs and his hands cupped her breasts. For a long time they lay there panting in the dim light. Echo eased her hold on the chains, relaxed yet confounded. How could she respond so readily to her enemy?
    After the last tingle receded, he reached down and scooped his seed off her thighs. He smoothed it over her mound and gently coated her folds, mocking her stubbornness.
    “You might have won this battle, Princess,” he whispered into her ear, “but our war has just begun.”
    * * * * *
     
    Echo woke up alone. Varrik had loosened the tether and covered her with a sheet, but her wrists were still restrained. Glancing around the bedchamber, she searched for a clock or some way to judge the passage of time. Had she slept for a few minutes or a few hours? After whispering his taunt, he’d continued his sensual assault. His fingers had explored every inch of her body, venturing places she never dreamed a man would want to touch. She’d lost count of the times he’d brought her to orgasm and the times he’d made her wait. She’d screamed in frustration as often as she cried out in pleasure.
    Through it all, he denied himself release. She didn’t understand the sacrifice, but she wasn’t about to argue. Many hours elapsed before she surrendered to exhaustion and fell asleep surrounded by his warmth—and his scent.
    Shoving aside the disquieting memories, Echo reached for E’Lanna, keeping her telepathic touch light and unobtrusive. If her sister was sleeping, she didn’t want to disturb her.
    I didn’t think he was ever going to leave , E’Lanna transmitted. You’ve been shielded for hours.
    Echo tucked the sheet beneath her arms and sat up. Do you know what time it is?
    Late morning. Aila brought me food