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her. He watched her, made her do this. She shuddered. Through a sliver of eyelid, she saw him dip two fingers toward her and into her mouth. She opened wider, licking, tasting.
    He pulled them out and straddled her breasts with his hand, moist fingers playing with each taut nipple. They pointed harder at the cool touch, jutting tight and aching. She gasped and squirmed, wanting more of everything—of his mouth, the fingers at her nipples, the thrusting and sliding at her clit and cleft.
    Fingers pumped in and out. The exquisite rhythm climbed her higher, into that blindness, that space where nothing existed but her body and his. Arousal peaked, holding her there, tensed, at the very edge. Her spine bowed, her mouth opened under his. He moved and bit down, clamping teeth on her neck as he squeezed her nipple, hard. The spikes of pain sizzled to nipples and clit, where her thumb worked. She melted, climaxing. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her. Her vagina clenched along their intertwined fingers; then he made her thrust them deeper, and she moaned and shook yet again. Slowly the jolts grew less, her inner muscles barely quivering as her back relaxed.
    “Oh. My. God,” she whispered. And she curled up, still trembling at the memories fluttering in her head, at the feelings fluttering in her body. He lifted his mouth from the angle of her neck and shoulder. She whimpered.
    She’d have a mark there, she thought, stunned.
    The sun came back and shed its warmth on her. A cool breeze dried the sweat between her breasts. She watched the grass blades near her lips flicker as she panted. Where had that come from? That was an orgasm to rival a chunk of Semtex going off.
    Gently, he helped draw her hand from between her legs and rearranged her bodice so it appeared closed. She rolled onto her back to find him looking down at her.
    “So?” he asked. “Will you?” He put his finger between her teeth, and she licked her own taste from him, then bit down, feeling the flesh dent. He smiled.
    She knew what he meant. Would she remember this, for the rest of her life ? She released his finger, licked again, then frowned up at him. What a question.
    “Not sure I should answer that.”
    “Perhaps you'll answer me if I drag you out into the middle of the lawn and make you come loud enough for your neighbors to hear?” He put his hand back between her legs.
    She sucked in air, so aware of the way his finger pushed aside her slippery flesh and rested there . She could feel herself stirring again. He wouldn't, would he? Couldn't, surely? How well could she wrestle against a muscle-bound faerie? If that’s what he was? Though there was amusement glimmering in his eyes, there was a dead-set seriousness in the line of his mouth. She looked at him suspiciously. “Is that a threat?”
    He growled and leaned on her, trapping her right arm against her body, while at the same time whipping his arm down and gripping her bound wrists in an ungiving fist.
    “I don’t make threats. I do.” The glimmer in his eyes now looked wholly dangerous.
    The swift demonstration of sheer power left her stunned. With his arms being more than twice as thick with muscle as hers, she’d no chance of getting free without trying some violent maneuver that would likely hurt them both and her worst of all. She felt exhilarated and helpless all at once, and weirdly tempted to see how far he would go.
    Giving in seemed prudent.
    “Yes,” she grumbled. “Most likely.”
    He released her, and then, his eyes locked on hers, he placed his hand over her heart. “Your heart’s pounding.” He feathered his fingers from her chin and up the side of her face to rest half-tangled in her hair. “And you’ve reddened even more. You liked the idea. Are you sure you don’t want me to make you scream after all?”
    “No!”
    He cocked an eyebrow.
    “No, thank you. I’m quite happy here.”
    “Another time then.” He deliberately gripped her wrists again, then leaned in