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He curved one arh “The last time I made out in a car, there were no cars” It had been in a cart loaded with vegetables Somehow he’d talked his scandalized neife into the back, where he’d tuhly and satisfactorily

But his favoriteup in the cart on her own one sunny day, an invitation in her brown eyes that she’d never enunciate Not then Later, when they’d been together several years, when Misha alking, then his wife had sometimes whispered the most sinful of welcomes in his ear

As another woman now nipped at his earlobe and said, “I want your ood as a touch “I dreas and her up her thigh, he insinuated it between her legs She tre she did—sliding one arm around his shoulders, she used the other to cup his jaw as she tugged his head toward her

He uid seduction as he pressed up with the heel of his hand, pushing the seaainst her clitoris Just that No other intrusion A si, her body atteainst his touch “Want ood girl and say the words”

She bit down on his lower lip Hard Mouth curving, he began to rub—tiny, tiny up-and-downto infuse the air inside the car Sensitive as he was to scent, he’d catch hints of her for days to cole ti the side of his neck, she went stiff

He could al up over her body, made a note to watch her come as she lay nad in his bed one day soon When she went liainst the door, letting her sprawl across both seats, one long leg bent and braced on the passenger seat, the other on the floor The flushed curves of her brsts rose up and down in a ragged rhyth that her eyes were drugged to near blackness with pleasure, he spread his hand over her abdomen No flinch, no hint of fear So he slid that hand up to cup her breast,eye contact the entire tied breath, her hand clenching on his side “Like to push, don’t you?”

“If I don’t,” he purred, leaning down to kiss her while he plumped and shaped her breast with a proprietary hand, “hoill I ever get you to a point where you’ll letinto the back of his nape “A whip?”

“A velvet whip,” hehis way up over her jaw, but not down her throat She wasn’t ready for that yet “I’ll stroke it so soft and easy over your skin, cause only the reen eyes filled with a sense of age, of knowledge no mortal should possess “You’ve always been like this, haven’t you?”

Fascinated by the enigaze even as he stroked and petted her, getting her used to his touch, his body “Like what?”

“Ready to mix a little pain with your pleasure” She made a deep sound in the back of her throat as he rubbed his thu to do with your va hier seemed content to remain buried

“Dmitri” A nervous tremor in the voice of the nad woman laid out like a sacrifice before hih, her hps wide, her body all soft curves and temptation—and her hands tied to the posts of the bed he’d carved knowing she’d share it with hientled her, his hand on her breast, his fingers tugging at her nipple with sensual knowledge gleaned over their courtship and e “I’d never hurt you”

“I know” The absolute confidence of her statement would have made him hers if she hadn’t already owned his soul “I justNo one ever talks about such things”

Moving his hand down to push between her thighs, to discover her folds plump and wet for hiin to rise and fall for hi me,” he said, “that you discuss our bedroom play with the other wives?”

Red filled her cheeks, but she continued to enerous with her sensuality as she ith her heart “Of course not I’hed and kissed her, this woht well have driven another wo hysterics Of course, he’d never wanted to play such gaue with hers, he raised his hand frohs and laid a soft, playful slap on that same delicate flesh She whiave it to her Gave her everything Because while she ht have been the one with her hands tied, he was the slave

Her slave

“Yes,” he said, answering Honor’s question even as he curved his hand over her thigh “The vae it to the nth degree” As the seasons changed, as the ruin of the cabin disappeared into the mists of time, the sexual playfulness had become touched with a deep vein of cruelty

His bedmates went ho for more Sometimes he tortured them in bed because it pleased him Sometimes he did it because it aave hi pleasure as when he’d tied up his wife in their siotten field where the wildflowers now bloo her throat at the terrible bleakness she’d glirede” Nothing in his voice, and that was an answer in itself “We have to get going”

She cla up to redo her ponytail “Ingrede,” she said, unable to drop the subject, “she was your wife, wasn’t she?”