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broadened, as his gaze focused on her pussy.
    He leaned forward and slid his tongue through her heated folds. It probed, firm but soft, against her clitoris.
    With a cry tearing at her throat, she climaxed. The bolt of pleasure that clamped her was so powerful that for a moment her sight dimmed. Her knees buckled.
    And her heart slammed against her chest, hurting with the power of its mad fluttering.
    Although the world seemed to grey out for a moment, it did not disappear altogether. She felt Cadogan’s hands release her, and a tugging at one wrist. Her arm was lowered.
    He’d freed one arm.
    She tried to pummel herself back to conscious thoughts of survival. But before she could do more than rail at herself for her sluggish thinking, his arm was around her waist from behind. She was being hoisted up higher...
    ...onto the bed. But higher still. Her free arm was lifted above her head to join the other, and she was lowered to the satin covered mattress.
    She lay with her hands above her head, and a small movement of her arms told her they were still bound. He’d attached the second cuff to the same bedpost as the first. She was still a prisoner, but now she lay naked on his bed.
    The testing movement had also told her that most of the feeling had returned to her left arm.
    He straddled her, and the tuxedo pants were close fitting enough to reveal the thick ridge of erect flesh pushing at the fly.
    And her heart leapt at the thought. Her orgasm had left her wanting more and clearly, there would be more.
    Her breasts ached to be touched. He had not ventured even that far, yet.
    “Why do you keep these on me?” she asked, rattling the cuffs. “I cannot touch you, like this.”
    “Neither can you stop me touching you where and how I want.” He fitted his hands around her waist again, close to where his thighs rested. He slid them upwards, and she caught her breath, waiting for their contact with her breasts. But it didn’t come.
    He lifted his hands to his pants and unfastened them, sliding the zipper undone. But he did nothing to push them aside, to reveal his cock.
    She found her hips tilting sharply beneath him. The invitation was explicit, direct.
    He shook his head. “Oh, no, not yet,” he said softly. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
    She stared at him, puzzled. “What do you mean—” But she didn’t finish, for he swooped down to capture her nipple in his mouth and every thought scattered like leaves in a gale. The exquisite pleasure that speared through her ripped a guttural groan from deep in her throat.
    “mmm..., yes,” Neal murmured against her breast, and his teeth nipped the nipple, tugged at it as his tongue brushed over the tip.
    She was panting again, the ravening need pulsing through her with a strength undimmed by the power of her first climax. Her arms strained against the cuffs, and her hips against the weight of his body, but his thighs simply clamped tighter, holding her still while he plundered her.
    After a moment that spun endlessly into eternity, he transferred his attention to her other breast. She caught her breath against the surge of excitement. His legs slid down the length of hers, as he gradually lowered himself over her. The touch of his bare chest against her abdomen was thrilling. The weight of him between her legs, pushing against the thickly congested, fleshy lips of her sex made her moan again.
    She tried desperately for coherent thought. This is Neal Cadogan! Of all people, Delly, how could you allow yourself to react this way to him? But the idea, which should have filled her with horror and perhaps even revulsion, now carried no substance. It floated away from her, unfettered and light as a feather.
    He lifted himself from her and she almost cried aloud her protest. He climbed from the bed, his silvered gaze never leaving her, and stripped the last of his clothing away. His cock jutted proudly from the junction of his thighs, thick and dark with excitement. Delly