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easily, no matter how much she wanted to flee his bed.
    â€œLie back,” she said coolly.
    He obeyed without question. His eyes didn’t waver from her as he stretched out, itchy with a tormenting mixture of curiosity and lust. Breathlessly, he waited to see what she’d do next.
    What she did next made his heart slam to a screaming halt.
    She crawled between his legs and reached out. He jerked as her cool hand circled his burning flesh. His vision faded, every drop of blood in his body drained to his throbbing genitals.
    She began a rhythmic stroking, tightening and releasing the pressure until he closed his eyes and saw exploding stars. She played his flesh like a great musician played an instrument. Racing scale passages. Thundering chords. Wild cadenzas. Thrilling trills. The world shrank to pure sensation. A choked groan emerged from his throat and he flung his head back. If she stopped touching him, he honestly thought he’d die.
    Something silky and warm brushed his groin. A cloud of hair. The added sensation flung him closer to release. He barely stopped himself spurting into her hand. He opened dazed eyes to watch her tawny head lower with teasing hesitation.
    A smile lifted the corner of her mouth. Mocking. Provoking. Triumphant. As though she knew that in this she had the advantage.
    Of course she did. He wanted her and couldn’t hide it.
    Her expression became almost gloating as she leaned the final few inches. Then she paused. Every scraping breath he snatched seemed to catch in his lungs forever.
    She waited.
    Knowing each second’s delay lasted a cruel hour. And each prolonged second drove him closer to insanity.
    The gorgeous witch.
    She bent so close, her breath glanced across the tip. His hungry, tumescent flesh yearned toward her lips.
    She smiled again and inched back with deliberate slowness.
    Oh, yes, she meant to torture him.
    Her hand continued to squeeze and stroke, building his need to ragged desperation. Every touch blasted through him like a direct hit from a cannonade. But her hand alone was no longer enough.
    Still she remained out of reach.
    Dear God, Olivia, take me soon or I’ll lose my damned mind.
    â€œHell,” he grated, struggling against the urge to grab her head and press her down. Some last shred of intuition told him he’d never force her. That she intended his pleasure. But she also intended his torment.
    And what measure of either pleasure or torment he experienced was completely in her power.
    â€œNo, not hell, my lord,” she murmured, the words a taunting whisper across his searing heat. “Heaven.”
    Her head lowered the last fraction of an inch. If she teased him now, he’d lose himself. She’d driven him to the brink and he trembled as though in the grip of a fever.
    She encircled the head of his cock with her lush, full-lipped mouth.
    Glorious heat.
    Moisture.
    He closed his eyes and ceded himself to her seduction. It didn’t matter anymore that she did this to prove a point.
    Her hand and mouth set up a rapturous counterpoint. The breath jammed in his throat and his heart threatened to burst. “Olivia, you’re killing me.”
    Blindly, he tangled his hands in her thick hair. The slippery silkiness perfectly complemented the hot, wet suction. He fell into velvety darkness where there was only her damnably skillful mouth and the soft sounds emerging from her throat.
    His hands fisted in the tangled mane as she increased the pressure. He’d imagined her mouth on him like this since the first moment he saw her. But the actuality of those lips sucking him was beyond anything he’d ever known. He jerked toward her, wanting more.
    Her fingers stilled. With a blazing slide, she moved upward. Surely she wasn’t leaving him like this, shaking and frantic.
    God, God, God. He couldn’t endure it…
    Cool air brushed unbearably over his swollen, oversensitized flesh. A deep groan forced its way out of