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following its path with his tongue, then beginning again.
    She held out longer than he thought she would, a clear sign of her inner turmoil. In earlier days this game would have turned mutual long before now, but the fire heated his right side almost uncomfortably and sweat gleamed on her torso before she subsided into surrender and opened her legs to him. He dropped the tassel and wedged his shoulders between her thighs, then curved one hand under her leg and over her stomach to the top of her sex. With his thumb and index finger he spread the glistening folds covered with delicately trimmed dark curls.
    Her legs tightened against his shoulders, as if she didn’t want him to see what he did to her. Recrimination and possessiveness washed through him. She’d surrendered to him more reluctantly than she ever had because she no longer trusted him to take care of her. All she asked for was his attention. It was the bare minimum for a marriage to succeed, not to mention the lifetime love he’d pledged to her.
    It wasn’t too much to ask. For now, his actions would speak for him.
    One slick stroke of his tongue along her clit, another, and her hands twisted from flat under her ass to braced fists, lifting her pussy to his mouth, and this time he didn’t tease her. He focused all his attention on her wet, open body, used rhythmic, layering strokes to build the pleasure until her gasps turned to moans.
    “God, Shane,” she gasped as she arched and writhed. He glanced up and saw the chain attached to her nipples pull taut but based on her moans the line between pleasure and pain had shifted some time in the last few minutes.
    “I know what you like,” he murmured against her swelling clit. “You want me to fuck you, but not yet. Come first. You’ll be tight and juicy and extra sensitive when I fuck you. Think about how good it’s going to feel when I do slide inside.”
    She wasn’t the only one suffering. From the moment she walked up to him after class nine years ago he’d been in the grips of long, slow tease. While the first time in the hotel had forged a connection beyond sex, the ache never truly went away. Never. Emotion swelled in his chest, prickled behind his eyes. He couldn’t lose this fight.
    Her helpless, throaty moan and the tightly strained muscles told him she was riding the edge. He increased the pressure of his tongue against her clit and with a low cry her body shuddered into release. Her hips bucked before he flattened his palm against her mound and held her as wave after orgasmic wave rolled through her body. When she subsided he reached under her and loosened the ties binding her wrists together then stretched out beside her.
    He expected her to immediately remove the clips stimulating her nipples, or at least pull the chain from her mouth. Instead she opened her eyes and looked into his, an uncharacteristic vulnerability chafing against the edge of anger and pain he’d seen for so long.
    Ice was thinnest close to shore, to safety. He could continue the game, or he could surrender to her.
    No contest.
    After a long moment he bent his head and kissed her. The chain, still in her mouth, rolled between his tongue and hers before he captured it in his teeth and drew it down to lie against her collarbone. Removing each clamp made her quiver as blood flowed back into the sensitive tips. He licked one nipple, then the other, reminding her body it could do more, take more, until her hands gripped his hair and pulled his mouth up to hers.
    Exultant, he kissed her until she was breathless then pushed away to shuck his jeans. The fire had died down to glowing embers waiting to be fanned back to life. Positioning himself over her, he knelt between her spread thighs, braced his feet against the sloped back of the chaise and tucked his elbows above her shoulders. Her feet rested on the floor on their side of the chaise until he aligned his cock with her soft entrance.

Chapter Six

    When Shane pushed inside,