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She could almost taste it.
    Oh, my God. She
wanted it in her mouth. In her cunt. Every way she could take it. She had
never, ever been this aroused before. Not with anyone. Not ever. She was so wet
she was sure he could catch her scent. Desire raced through her, pulling at her
nerves. She wanted him. She wanted this darkness that he promised.
    “Once we start there’s
no going back,” he warned, his eyes boring into her.
    Grabbing her robe from the foot of the bed where she’d thrown it, Rina yanked the belt out and handed it to
McCall. She held out her hands, wrists together.
    “You may have to do a
little improvising with this flat headboard.” Damn. Why was her voice shaky?
She swallowed hard. “But I know you’re up to the task.”
    Eyes glittering, he yanked
the T-shirt she was wearing over her head. His breath caught in his throat, and
his gaze swept over her naked body as if he were devouring her. Hunger and
desire were etched on his face. Her pussy wept, demanding attention, and she
clenched her thighs together to still the tiny spasm rocketing through the
slick channel.
    McCall wrapped the
belt around both her wrists, pulling it tight. When he was satisfied with it,
he pulled her arms over her head and tucked the ends of the belt between the
mattress and the headboard.
    “Do not move your
hands unless I tell you to. Not at all. That’s an order. Do you understand?”
    She nodded.
    “Last chance to
change your mind, little girl.”
    She shook her head,
beyond words. The feeling of utter helplessness was so delicious that her
desire spiked even more, a reaction that shocked her. She closed her eyes and
visions of herself bound in various positions floated through her brain. Was
this what she’d been waiting for all her life? Was this what had been guiding
her writer’s hand? Would her more than willing participation shock McCall?
    “All right, then.”
    Her eyes flew open at
the sound of his voice. In an instant, he was pushing her thighs apart and
kneeling between them.
    “I’m going to taste
every inch of you,” he ground out, his voice so thick with desire it was almost
unrecognizable.
    She gasped when his
fingers brushed against her breasts and her nipples sprang into peaks, a line
of fire streaking to her womb. He took one plump, ripe berry into his mouth
while his fingers rolled and tugged on the other one. Teeth scraped sensitive
flesh, lighting every nerve. Then his tongue, like a slide of silk, licked and
soothed the hard bud before switching to the other nipple. Heat raced through
her, and her skin suddenly felt too tight.
    Rina was conscious of
forcing herself to keep her hands in place over her head, even as her body
writhed under his touch.
    As McCall worked his
magic with his hands and his tongue, tension flowed out of her like water down
a hill. She knew the exact moment she lost herself in the man.
    Slowly, he kissed his
way over her skin, his lips like warm velvet, now touching lightly, now placing
sucking kisses. Marking her. He licked her navel and traced it around and
around with the tip of his tongue. Everywhere he tasted her, heat followed and
fire raced through her veins.
    Forgotten was the
pain in her head and her almost-broken nose. All that mattered was this man and
his touch and the things he was doing to her.
    She kept her eyes on
him, his face taut in the reflected light and covered with a fine sheen of
perspiration. But when he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her
to his mouth, she forgot to look, forgot to think, forgot to breathe. His teeth
grazed her clit, nibbling until it throbbed and pulsed. His tongue glided
through her slit from top to bottom, licking at the wet flesh, sucking it into
his mouth one inch at a time.
    She could already
feel her orgasm building, rising up from deep in her womb. Fuck me, she
wanted to scream, but she clenched her teeth together and kept her hands in
place with a great effort of will. But when he began to flutter his