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  “Yes, but he would have to explain her absence soon. Sydney has a lot of friends and acquaintances. They wouldn’t just accept her vanishing into thin air.”

  Duncan stroked her hair. “I have the feeling that in the not-too-distant future the tragic announcement of Sydney’s accidental death will make the rounds.”

  Tanasha gasped. “How could he?”

  “Nasha, Marius has unlimited access to Sydney’s funds. He would have no trouble setting up a convincing accident. Somewhere on the outer planets, maybe a small tropical one where she went to relax and prepare for their honeymoon. He’ll have evidence, maybe even witnesses to what happened. Everything will appear above board. There will be a big funeral. Everybody will grieve.” He kissed her enticing lips. “And then everybody will go back to their daily lives. Nasha, under those circumstances nobody would look for Sydney. Marius could continue however he likes.”

  Tanasha rested her cheek against his broad chest as she processed his words. “You’re right, if he presented evidence her death was accidental and used his power nobody would question him.”

  “Except you.”

  She swallowed. If Marius worked with Ferals her questions made her a target.

  But Duncan’s heat surrounded her like a security field. His muscular body held her close and she felt the beat of his heart against her side. His hand stroked up and down her back.

  She felt safe. She pushed the real world back for a moment. Too much had happened. Tanasha needed time to process.

  With a sigh she exhaled the last of the fear the attack burned into her. His hand cupped the back of her neck and tilted her head up.

  He gave her ample opportunity to turn away. Instead she leaned forward and met his lips halfway. It was a gentle kiss, a meeting of minds, but the fire didn’t hold back for long. It overtook them, turning their kiss into a duel.

  Tanasha scrambled up until she straddled his legs. She moaned when his member hit her in just the right spot. She rubbed against him. He cupped the back of her head and her rear as if to keep her from moving away.

  She chuckled and nipped at his lower lip. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “That’s good.” His husky voice rasped across her senses.

  His lips crushed down on hers. She framed his face and enjoyed the texture of his stubble under her hands. Their tongues tangled, his rich velvet taste sinking into her like the heat of a fire. Her clit throbbed and she grew even wetter.

  One of Duncan’s hands moved from her head down her back, curved around her side until he reached her breast. He deliberately ignored her nipple and cupped and circled the soft weight.

  Tanasha couldn’t stand the fabric between them and tore his shirt open. They both moaned when she dug her fingers into the flesh of his chest. The firm skin was silky-soft over hard muscles. She imagined rubbing the hard tips of her breasts through the light covering of springy hair. His tight brown nipples firmed when she began to play with them.

  “Are you attached to your clothes?” he asked, his voice rough.

  She frowned. “Not particularly.”

  “Right answer.” Duncan dug his hands into her top and tore through all her layers, literally ripping the clothes in half, and pulled them off.

  Heat shot into her face but Tanasha threw her head back when his hot palms ran up and down her back, the calluses on his fingers raising her sensitivity through the roof. He cupped her breasts and rubbed across the hard peaks. For a moment she wanted to hide. Duncan’s eyes fixed on her breasts, but there wasn’t a hint of distaste or an indication that her bosom wasn’t to his liking. Instead of hiding she grabbed her courage in both hands and ground her wet pussy against his hard penis, trying to give herself the stimulation she needed.

  “Not so fast, little Naema.” He grabbed her hips to stop her movement. “We’re going to build this up slow and easy.”

  “Any slower and a snail walking backward would get there first,” she moaned.

  Duncan pinched her nipples. “As long as we get there.”

  She dropped her head onto his shoulder. He curled his arms around her and pulled her flush against him.

  Tanasha sank her teeth into the firm muscles before her.

  He howled. “What the Jade are you on?”

  “Get us there faster,” she demanded.

  He rubbed his chest and studied her face. “You want faster?” he asked. “You’ll get faster.”

  Duncan jumped up and threw her over his left shoulder. She screeched, not expecting this drastic change in attitude. His big palm on her rear to keep her balanced, she had the most excellent view of his prime behind. She loved a nice curve to a man’s butt and Duncan’s was just right.

  “Put me down, you idiot.” She was too heavy, but he didn’t even breathe hard. Instead he used his Vampire super speed to carry her upstairs.

  Hanging over his back like a sack of potatoes, Tanasha still managed to smooth her palms across his rear more than once. He paused and groaned. “I thought you wanted fast. This is not helping.”

  When she moved her hand to the front of his pants, he slapped her butt hard. The pain of that slap shot right between Tanasha’s legs. She groaned and clung to his belt until they reached their destination.

  His bedroom took up the whole second floor of his apartment. He’d indulged himself with lots of bright colors and a bed that stood across from a fireplace. Floor-length draperies and a number of classic abstract prints completed his haven.

  Duncan didn’t waste any time. He flipped her over his shoulder onto the bed and crawled over her until he knelt at her waist. Tanasha crossed her arms over her chest negligently, hoping he wouldn’t recognize her hiding. She thrust her hips up in an attempt to distract him and to connect to the mouth-watering bulge in his pants.

  He chuckled and tilted his hips away. “Now I will show you that fast is not always the best way to go.”

  A shiver ran down Tanasha’s back. His smile held a hint of darkness that made her heart skip a beat. She finally realized that he held something in his hands. It was a long piece of fabric torn off her clothing.

  Duncan leaned forward and kissed her. “No hiding, Nasha. I want to see every inch of you.”

  So much for her attempt.

  He took her wrists and lifted her arms. For a second she resisted, but Duncan didn’t push or force her to move. With a deep breath she relaxed and he proceeded to bind her wrists and tie them to the metal frame of his bed. For a second panic raced through her.

  “Shh.” He stopped and leaned forward to kiss her, slowly, gently. “It’s okay. If I ever do something you don’t like, tell me and I will stop.” He nibbled on her lower lip and moved to her chin. “I want to take my time. I want to drive you higher than you’ve ever been. Will you let me?”

  Tanasha studied his face. That hint of darkness, the cruel tilt to his lips was still there. But his eyes? His beautiful gray eyes turned silver by his arousal held a vulnerability she’d never expected to see in her Vampire. She relaxed her hands around the cloth and let the tension flow out of her body.

  The smile that lit up his face touched something in the deepest recesses of her heart. She lay back against the high-thread cotton sheets. “Do your worst.”

  Duncan halted. “Is that a challenge I hear?”

  Tanasha grinned. “That’s your own fault. You said you would drive me higher than I’ve ever been before. Now put your credits where your mouth is.” She had no idea where her confidence came from, but being with Duncan was like breaking through the containment field that had held her sexuality prisoner. With him she could be herself.

  Most likely she wouldn’t be able to meet his gaze in the morning, but right now she didn’t care.

  He finished tying the knot and then put his hands next to her shoulders. From where she lay, he looked massive, all male muscle ready to pounce. Her pussy moistened more and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her legs together. Duncan brought an edge to their night, an unpredicta
bility that Tanasha had not encountered before.

  She loved every second of it.

  He rose off the bed and stood at the foot. Slowly he unclipped her shoes and pulled them off. Next came the socks. Then he gently moved her legs apart and crawled between them until he could go no farther.

  Duncan circled his fingers around her bellybutton, stroking her so lightly she could barely feel it. This almost-touch drove her at the same time higher and around the bend. She wanted to feel him, not something that was so light the anticipation for the next caress drove her crazy.

  Duncan continued to torture her with his almost-touch all across her stomach and below her breasts, but never where she really wanted him—between her legs and at her breasts. With her hands tied, all she could do was twist her body, attempting to receive the touch she needed, but Duncan didn’t allow it. He would lift his hand until she lay still again.

  Finally, after what felt like an age, he opened her trousers and peeled them off her legs. Duncan chuckled.

  “What?”

  “I hadn’t expected lace and wings,” he said.

  Blood rushed into her face. So what? She liked lacy underwear and this pair of undies always made her smile. Instead of the typical bow at the front, this one had a set of miniature feathery Naema wings at the center.

  She shrugged as if it were no big deal.

  Duncan leaned forward and kissed her stomach, just above the wings. “I love them. Maybe one day you will share yours with me again,” he whispered.

  Goose bumps ran up and down her body. He’d already seen more of her wings than any other man and it had been amazing.

  “Maybe,” she whispered huskily.

  He bit the soft curve of her stomach, not with his fangs or hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough intensity her back arched. She moaned.

  He continued to nibble on her stomach when he hooked his fingers into the band of her undies and slowly pulled them down. She lifted her hips to make it easier and cool air brushed along her throbbing clit.

  Duncan took his time, delivering small, nibbled kisses along her legs, her knees, her calves. He reached her feet and she wanted to strangle him. He didn’t touch where she needed it. He left her most sensitive place empty on purpose.

  He’d said he would drive her crazy. And it worked.

  Duncan stood at the foot of the bed and pulled off his boots. When he unbuckled his belt Tanasha stopped breathing. He pushed down his pants and his erection rose up between his thighs. It was large, thick enough she would have trouble encircling it with her hand. The bulbous red head stood up proudly and was covered in pre-come.

  Tanasha swallowed. Just watching him stand there made her crazy. She wanted to feel his width thrust inside her, wanted to feel him rake across her fabled G-spot, the spot she knew he’d find. Duncan circled his hand around his penis and stroked up and down a couple of times as if to taunt her.

  She groaned. She wanted to be the one to stroke that smooth skin.

  He chuckled as if he’d read her thoughts and crawled between her legs. His hot, heavy body covered her like a blanket. His chest hair raked against her nipples and the fat stalk of his length brushed against her clit.

  “Do it,” she demanded. “Come inside me.”

  He shook his head and curled his arms under her shoulders. “We’re not there yet. I want you hotter than you’ve ever been.”

  “I am.”

  He kissed her breast, pulled her hard nipple into his mouth and sucked. Tanasha arched her back and moaned.

  “You’re not there yet,” he mumbled as he moved to the other nipple.

  She clenched her hands around the metal of the headboard. Her body was on fire, every part of her sensitive, in need of just the right stroke, just the right touch and she would go over.

  But he didn’t allow it.

  His caresses either avoided her neediest areas or they were so light they didn’t give her the stimulation she desired. Instead she continued to climb higher, her arousal growing. Duncan would drive her up and then give her body a moment to acclimatize itself before pushing her up the next step.

  He’d stopped playing with her nipples and kissed his way down her body. The heat of his skin against hers, the rough texture of his body hair, the fact he moved closer to the point where she really wanted him drove her on.

  She was wet, her clit throbbed. Tanasha attempted to gain some relief by rubbing against Duncan’s chest, but as soon as she moved he lifted himself away from her. “None of that,” he whispered and bit her stomach.

  The nip shot through her like wildfire, leaving more need in its wake. His broad shoulders pushed between her legs, which ended up curling around his shoulders.

  He blew against her clit.

  Tanasha screamed.

  Duncan chuckled. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

  Duncan studied the delicate folds in front of him. The little nub of her clit had come out from behind its protective hood. Her lips were flushed with blood and dripping liquid. He blew on her again and her response was as gratifying as the first time.

  He couldn’t wait any longer and licked across her slit. Her taste was inebriating. He had another one, making her thrust her hips up and moan. Luckily he had his hands around her and could push her back down on the bed. She groaned and jerked at the binds, trying to get her hands free.

  Duncan cursed and rushed up her body. “None of that, Nasha. You’ll hurt yourself, don’t pull so hard.”

  He massaged the red rings she’d made into her wrists. Their eyes met. He was shocked to see tears in hers. “What? Nasha, what?”

  “You stopped,” she whispered.

  “You were hurting yourself.”

  She turned her head away. Duncan gripped her chin and made her look at him. “What?” he asked again, his fingers stroking the silky-soft skin of her face. “Tell me.” He kissed her.

  “I was so close. It felt so amazing and you stopped.”

  “I’m sorry, I want you to fly high, but I don’t want to leave bruises on your body.”

  “I didn’t even notice.”

  “I’ll continue if you promise not to hurt yourself.”

  She gripped the binds and nodded.

  Duncan kissed her, nipped at that delicious full lower lip. His temperature reached boiling point, but he needed to make up for his blunder. She’d not been teased like he was doing. Stopping in the middle had made things worse. He’d have to make sure she was at the same point again.

  Slowly he worked his way down her body, kissing, nibbling on her soft curves. Kiss by kiss the tension flowed out of her and she gave herself back into his care.

  With a suppressed sigh of relief he reached the apex of her thighs. He made himself comfortable and set to work. She was still wet but not as wet as she’d been. He smoothed his fingers over her puffy lips and blew against her clit.

  She whimpered. Duncan blew again and then licked across her slick lips. She tensed and he licked one more time. Her hips rose off the bed and her juices began to flow freely. He stabbed his tongue inside her and thrust as deep into her tight cunt as he could go. Her muscles tried to grip his tongue as they would a cock, but he moved, feasting on her taste and the noises she made.

  He withdrew his tongue and licked her labia, working his way up to her clitoris. Duncan stabbed it gently with his tongue. Her whimpers turned to cries. He licked across it and then carefully sucked it into his mouth.

  Her legs clamped around his head and she convulsed, screaming. He continued to suckle and thrust a finger into her clenching vagina. She held his finger so tightly he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her. But first she needed to reach a plateau where she could withstand more pleasure.

  Gently he guided her through her orgasm, letting her come down but keeping the arousal going. A fiery tension inside his chest felt as if this shared experience was more than great sex. It was as if she’d hooked a part of him, as if that insubstantial connection he’d seen between them had
solidified.

  He pushed the thought aside and concentrated on the here and now. As soon as he felt she was ready he moved up her body and settled his hips against hers. His cock was so hard and eager copious amount of pre-come decorated the throbbing head.

  Just rubbing against the heat of her pussy tightened the tension inside him nearly unbearably. He thrust inside her slowly. He had to squeeze into her tight cunt. “Relax,” he whispered. Her clamping muscles felt like heaven but he wasn’t sure if he would last even all the way in and that wasn’t part of the plan.

  “You’re too big,” she moaned.

  Duncan stopped, sweat trickling down the side of his face. He leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste sink into him. He relaxed a little and felt her doing the same. He deepened the kiss, curling his arms under her shoulders and rubbing his chest against her nipples. She softened a little more and his cock inched farther.

  He pulled back a breath and her eyes opened. “I want to touch you,” she whispered.

  Suddenly Duncan wanted the same, wanted to feel her nails digging into his back. He tore through her bindings with a quick thought. Immediately her arms went around his neck and she kissed him, dueling with his tongue.

  Her focus on the kiss softened her body and he sank in deeper until he was all the way in. She sighed, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. “Not sure I like this part as much as the first,” she muttered.

  Duncan chuckled. “We’ll have to practice until you do.”

  The thought of doing this with her until the end of time didn’t seem like a bad idea. Going to sleep with her and waking up next to her every morning was a pleasant thought. Unsure where he was going with this and if he liked it, Duncan gripped her ass and tilted her pelvis, letting him sink in that last inch.

  “Jade,” she moaned.

  “Agreed.”

  “Are you going to move any time this decade?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Only if you start moving that behind and living up to all the promises you’ve made.”

  He didn’t have to be told twice. Duncan let his demon off the leash and began thrusting. She moaned. Her hands gripped his hair.