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and maddening. Imagining how he’d feel stuffing her wet and empty pussy, she groaned in need.
    And began to suck. Hard. Eagerly. Swirling her tongue over the underside of the shaft, licking the sensitive vein that ran along its length.
    “That’s right,” Rand said, low and rough. “Suck me hard. Take me deep.” He thrust, stopping just shy of gagging her, then began rolling his hips with ruthless control.
    God, it was so delicious, so erotic feeling him mouth fucking her. Hands cuffed behind her, paddled ass burning, unable to resist even if she’d wanted to. And God, she didn’t.
    What she wanted was to be fucked. To feel him everywhere. To savor all the promise of pleasure his hard body offered. His shaft slid back and forth between her lips, making her imagine how he’d feel in her pussy, driving ruthlessly deep. Velvet over iron, solid and primitive.
    Primal male to her hungry female.
    “That’s enough.” He arced his hips, pulling his cock free from her mouth.
    “No…” Zara groaned, breathless and frustrated. She leaned forward, trying to recapture his cock, but he stepped clear.
    Laughing, he caught her jaw in his fingers and pulled her head up to meet his gaze. “When I say no, that’s what I mean.”
    Scooping her off the floor, he dropped her on the bunk hard enough to bounce. “I have something in mind for that erection.”
    Then he pounced, pushing her backward onto her bound wrists as he lowered his head to capture a nipple in his hot, skilled mouth.
    He began to suck, his tongue swirling over the pebbled point between gentle bites that let her feel the points of his fangs. Not penetrating -- quite. The wet sensations were overwhelming, sending her arousal spiking until she pumped her hips in helpless lust.
    Rand braced his weight on his elbows as he rested his body diagonally across hers. Zara moaned as Rand cupped her left breast, thumb flicking over its nipple as he suckled and teased the right.
    And there was nothing she could do about it, even if she’d wanted to. The restraints around her wrists held her arms paralyzed beneath her.
    Rand started working his way down her body, pausing here and there to kiss, lick and bite. Each time she thought he was going to break the skin, but he held back. His restraint only stoked the anticipation.
    He stopped to swirl his tongue over her bellybutton, making her squirm at the ticklish sensation. Then lower, nibbling gently all the way.
    By the time he rose to slide between her legs, draping her knees over his shoulders, need coiled into a tight, fierce knot between her thighs.
    She raised her head, watching down the length of her body as he parted her vaginal lips.
    And licked. “Mmm,” he purred. “There’s nothing like the taste of wet pussy.” His tongue thrust deep into her cunt.
    “Rand! Oh, God!” Rolling her head back, Zara gasped. Waves of pleasure surged through her in time to his thrusting tongue. Settling down, he reached one hand up her body and went after one tight nipple, squeezing, pinching, twisting, while he licked in and out of her sex.
    Zara moaned as he lapped up and down each side of her vaginal lips, then swirled the tip of his tongue over and around her clit.
    Her arousal intensified, until she writhed with it, suspended in the web of pleasure he wove with hands and mouth. “God, Rand, you feel so good!” she gasped. “Fuck me, please, fuck me…”
    The burning fuse of her pleasure suddenly detonated in a deep, rolling orgasm. She screamed, head thrown back, hips grinding.
    “And that sounds like my cue.” He pulled away, snatched her off the bunk as if she were weightless, and flipped her over. Spreading her vaginal lips with one hand, he aimed his cock with the other and thrust into her from behind.
    She shrieked into the mattress, high, shrill and abandoned.
    “Felt that, didn’t you?” he asked, a note of dark laughter in his voice.
    “Yes, you bastard!”
    “That’s no way to talk to your dom.” He drew