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I cry out.
He slips his hands under me, forcing me down in the chair until my ass is nearly hanging off the edge. My shoulders burn from the change and I try to arch. Anything to adjust to the new position.
There is nothing but his hands on me and the thrum of my heart.
If he wasn’t touching me, I would swear he left.
“Caine?” My voice is tremulous.
Heat licks up my slit as the silken warmth of his magick rubs across my nipples.
Pleasure arcs through me like an explosion. I jerk and grind against his mouth. “Oh god.”
He tsks. “That is blasphemous, angel,” he murmurs before delving deeper into my folds. His tongue swirls over my pearl and lights go off behind my closed lids.
“Caine.”
He rumbles, the sides of his chest framed by my legs. His magick tweaks and caresses my nipples, and the sensation really is like silk. As is the soft glide of his tongue, the gentle strokes that are guaranteed to pool all the blood between my legs.
“Caine, please,” I beg, past caring how needy my voice sounds.
One hand disappears from my hip and he snaps. The bonds holding me disappear. But he doesn’t give me a chance to move. To sit up. He stabs his tongue deep into my heat and swirls.
My hands dive into his hair, body rocking to meet his mouth. He growls and presses deeper. I grind over his face, seeking release. Needing it.
He pulls away.
I sob.
His arms are strong as he scoops me from the chair. His stride powerful. I’m set down on the bed and I start to reach for the blindfold.
He stays my hand. “On all fours, baby,” he whispers into my ear.
Shaking in earnest, I fumble and do as he says.
There is a ghost caress over my ass. My core clenches.
“Damn, woman,” he grinds out.
“Then fill me, Caine. Please.” His palm pops my rear playfully, and I jolt as the sting fades under his massaging hand.
“You’re not ready yet.”
I’m damn near weeping with need and I’m not ready?
My teeth bare and I snarl. “Damn you for this.”
His gentle touch stills. “I am damned, angel. But through you, I can taste heaven.” He spreads my legs wider and the bed dips.
One long hand slides up over my stomach to my sternum and he pushes me up. I slowly rise, confused. His mouth latches onto my clit and I scream.
I rock over his face, working my body with his tongue, his velvety lips. That low rumble spills from him and the sounds jackknifes into my core.
“Caine,” I warn, shaking and knowing I can’t stop now. The orgasm is swift, shattering as it catches me. I scream and buck. He laps at my core, suckling and tasting as my channel clenches again and again.
Every pass of his tongue makes me quake. “Caine. Stop. God, please,” I sob.
He licks me again and climbs from between my legs. “But, angel, we are only getting started.”
