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“You want me to leave a part of myself with you, and when we’re finished, I’ll be so deep inside you I’ll never leave. You’ll know my mind and soul. Since the first time I saw the little girl you were, I wanted you to grow up. I imagined you were mine. I’ve been waiting so long. Now, here you are. Here I am.” He nudged her chin around. “Look at the bottle. Look at the way that little lamp brings the red glass and the blue stone alive. When the two of us mate, we’ll create a different color in the world, one that has never been seen before.”

CHAPTER 28

Dante was right. The glow melded and flowed, turning a rich purple where the stone and glass met. It was a message, and not a subtle one.

“Maarja…” He nuzzled the side of her neck, her ear, the hollow of her shoulder, her breast.

Goose bumps shimmered across her skin, and she ran her fingers through his scalp, the black hair so dense she could feel it in the texture and the weight. And when he clamped his mouth around her nipple and sucked, she clutched at his neck and bit off a moan.

He whispered against her skin. “All the things we didn’t do the first time, we’ll do tonight. From your scalp to your toes, Maarja, I’m going to taste you.”

“I got home from work. I haven’t had a shower!”

Not worried at all, he chuckled, and moving to her other breast, he sucked again. “The scent of a woman, my woman…is an aphrodisiac.”

“You’re crazy.”

He smiled like an evil genius. “You don’t know what your ownchattetastes like, do you? Because you’ve never had a man suck you, lick you until you scream. I like your flavor; it’s as if you were created to my preference. Primitive and salty.”

“I, um, may have…”TMI! TMI!! Shut up, Maarja!

“Put your fingers into yourself and licked them?” The gold in his eyes heated and flowed, merged into golden delight and hot desire.

“I was a virgin, not a nun. I own a vibrator, you know!” If she thought that would put him in his place, she was sadly mistaken.

Instead his voice descended another octave. “How many speeds? How many different vibrations? How often do you use it? When can I use it on you?”

Really, she talked too much.

“Let’s try this.” He left her standing there, went to the bed, removed the chocolates and one black silk sleep mask, and tossed the covers onto the floor. He dropped the chocolates onto the nightstand and came back to her. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t betray you.”

“I know.”

“Do you trust me?”

She began to have an inkling of his intentions, but she answered steadily. “I do.”

Slowly, so she could stop him if she wished, he slid the mask over her eyes. She froze in place. The darkness was absolute, every vestige of light blocked. She stood in her panties and slippers, deprived of her sight and dependent on Dante.

In a soothing tone sure to tame the wildest creature, he said, “I love your footwear, but I’d like to remove them.” When she merely nodded, he asked, “Maarja, is that all right?”

“Yes.”

Again he knelt at her feet. Taking her hand, he placed it on his shoulder and lifted first one foot, then the other. With two soft thumps, he tossed the slippers, and she found herself standing barefooted on the rough-textured rug. Sliding his palms up the backs of her legs, he cupped her bottom and held it in one hand, then used the other to strip off her panties. “Doing okay?” he asked.

She nodded, then remembered he wanted her to speak. “Yes. But I feel very…nude.” As if she stood on a stage with the spotlight on her, and she couldn’t see the audience.

“Gloriously nude,” he crooned. “Magnificently nude. For me. For me alone. Spread your legs for me. Maarja, a little more. So I can… Yes, like that.”

She waited, jumped when his fingers touched her, opened her, and jumped again when he put his mouth on her. He tongued her and in less than ten seconds, he took her from wariness to ninety-miles-an-hour arousal. She braced her feet. She gripped his shoulders. She fought for breath. She fought to keep silent. She didn’t know why that was important, only that it was. She was on the verge; another moment and she’d be lost in an orgasm so brilliant it would light up the dark.

He pulled away. “Not yet. Darling, not yet. Can you wait a little longer?”

She shook her head. “No. Now.”

She was getting anxious, or was it awkward? All the emotions were piling in here, urged forth by the dark and her nudity and his slightly clothed state and her barely halted orgasm. “Are you going to take off your underwear?” she asked.

“I did. Given incentive, this man can move swiftly.”

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