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whatsoever.” His arrogant response served only to heighten the desire thudding between her thighs.
    She leaned into him, and braced her imprisoned hands against his shoulder. His grip did not lessen, but his fingers briefly stroked her bound wrists through the fabric of her gloves.
    Their lips almost touched, but he made no move to assist her. Merely sat there, his hands chaining her, waiting for her to pleasure him as though he were an emperor and she a lowly slave.
    “At least promise me you will stop your carriage.”
    His eyes devoured her. “No.”
    Her heart skittered and her breath stumbled. He would give her nothing, not even a veneer of civility.
    But at least he gave her the truth. And that knowledge ignited flames deep within her sensitized pussy even as caution whispered through her mind at the prolonged separation from Thanatos.
    She pressed against his unresponsive mouth. Her pulses hammered and she pressed a little harder, moving her lips across his, bumping noses.
    He remained as immobile as stone beneath her touch. Except his fingers, clasping her nape, tightened.
    It was enough encouragement. Elemental power surged through her at the knowledge that even her poor attempt at a kiss could arouse him. Her lips parted and her tongue caressed the seam of his firm, unyielding mouth and felt the barrier of his teeth. And then he opened to her, drawing her into his scorching heat, consuming her within the furnace.
    He released her hands from their confines and caressed the length of her arm, from wrist to elbow to shoulder. His fingers slid into the bodice of her gown and ripped the fine muslin from her breast as though he was a primitive barbarian from the depths of time. Damp heat seared her pussy as his tongue tangled with hers and his thumb teased the aching nub of her nipple.
    She leaned into his questing fingers and his legs parted, before trapping her between his muscled thighs. Fire flickered from the tip of her nipples to her core. Mindless with pleasure she speared her fingers through his windswept hair, and cursed the barrier of her gloves.
    Her tongue probed, explored. Her breath shortened and pulses thundered. It felt as if she had kissed him a million times in the past, and yet this was all new, all erotic, all encompassing. He tasted of spices, of cinnamon, and the sensation was strangely familiar. Yet beneath prowled danger, scarcely leashed, clamoring for release.
    And then, without warning, he severed the kiss. She gasped against his lips, desperate to recapture that closeness, that elusive sensation of being one.
    His hot breath feathered her jaw and his green eyes blazed into her, as if he wanted to consume and destroy her. Tremors played over her naked skin, a melody of sensuality and her lips were tender, swollen and begging for more.
    “Was that also the kiss of an untouched virgin?” Her words were breathless and she tightened her grip on his long hair, holding him still although he showed no sign of moving.
    “A moderate improvement upon your first effort.” His lips barely moved, as though it pained him to speak.
    Good. She wanted him in pain, wanted him on his knees begging for her favor and she had no idea why she wanted such a thing, because it meant nothing. Yet somehow, it meant everything.
    “Then perhaps I should try again.” She angled toward him, unaccountably compelled to once again claim his lips and experience that exquisite sense of familiarity.
    He resisted her blatant invitation by jerking his head to one side and tweaking her nipple between finger and thumb. Hard. The sensation was shockingly erotic and she gasped, but whether from pain or pleasure she didn’t know.
    “I give the orders, Morana.” He rolled her nipple back and forth, and she hovered on the precipice, unable to protest or move in case the world imploded. “Tell me you will obey my every command.”
    A red haze floated through her mind as the ecstasy and the agony from his ministrations radiated