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afraid I can’t accommodate you just yet, petit. I’ll end your torment soon. For now, you must keep your hands on the wall,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument.
    Clara groaned in frustration but obeyed him.
    Raoul moved down her back, dragging his teeth and tongue over her wet skin, licking up the water droplets that collected on her body. His hands moved down her ribcage to her belly, lathering her and teasing unbearably with his nearness to her pussy, fingers massaging just above the hairline. He reached the top of her buttocks with his mouth and pressed kisses across the top, at the base of her spine.
    Clara startled when she felt his tongue slide down the cleft of her buttocks, then jumped in shock when he nipped the underside of one cheek. He sucked at the tender skin, and she felt something building inside her at the odd sensation. It was a forbidden area--she’d never allowed a man to ... kiss her there. She hadn’t known her cheeks could be so sensitive. She shook at the feel of his sharp teeth grazing her neglected flesh.
    He broke away and nuzzled her nether cheeks, his breath hot against her. “Spread your legs for me, Clara,” he demanded, his voice hoarse, hovering on the edge of control.
    Clara trembled and moved her legs slowly apart. Something wet and hot pressed firmly against her taint while he slipped one hand down to massage her inner thigh. She felt as though she was being groped by two men, handled everywhere she wanted most. She jerked as his fingers slipped through the hair covering her pussy, teasingly slow, just shy of where she wanted to be touched the most.
    “Raoul, please...,” she said hoarsely, unable to bear the torment.
    He flicked his tongue against her and delved deep with his fingers until he found her swollen clit. Clara moaned, biting her lip as he rolled the small nub between his fingers, moving his tongue higher up her slit, until he plunged the liquid smooth length inside her depths.
    A gasp tore from her throat, and she pressed her forehead to the wall, tilting her ass toward him, unconsciously begging for more. He pushed his tongue further inside, curling it in her tight passage, then withdrew to lap at her juices and the sensitive edges of her hole. His fingers found a tempo with her clit, alternately rubbing and pinching with faster and faster thoroughness.
    A pulse beat in her sex, climbing with each stroke. He broke away from her cleft, and she felt the loss with aching clarity.
    “Ma doux ... my sweet. You taste so good,” he said, his voice muffled against her inner thigh. He sucked at her labia, pulling at the outer lips and moving toward her thigh.
    Sliding his fingers down, he plunged two inside her, keeping his thumb rubbing hard against her clit. Clara shook as he moved in and out of her, bucking against his hand. She was going to cum. She could feel the orgasm build with every stroke, trembling on the edges of her climax.
    It took her with a suddenness she hadn’t expected. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers. As the orgasm ripped through her, she felt his teeth sink into her thigh. Clara screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing as one.
    Sated and gasping, she collapsed against the wall. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, though her cleft still spasmed. He stood behind her, kneading her ass cheeks.
    “I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled softly.
    “No,” she said weakly, “I don’t think I can take any more.” The orgasm had left her weak and her appetites appeased.
    “You can. And you will.” Kissing and suckling her neck, he turned a knob and the wall units of the shower came to life, spraying the length of her body. The water massaged her breasts and belly, sensually bringing her back to life and washing away the evidence of her arousal. Guiding her, he moved them both until a jet of water sprayed directly against her sex. She moaned at the liquid assault to her sensitive flesh.
    She heard him squirt more soap out, and