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her teeth into Duane’s neck. Her lips pressed down and sucked the blood welling from Duane.
    Duane cried out, a hoarse moan that came from somewhere deep in his chest. Beneath her thighs, Isabel felt that hard rock throb and explode, rocking beneath her, wetting her skin, his muscles jumping and clenching against her. His hands gripped hard on Isabel’s hips, and he cried out again as Elyse sucked one more time, a long draught before licking the wound clean.
    The haze cleared from Duane’s face, and he leaned forward against Isabel. “Oh God, baby,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to watch you go.”
    Elyse had retreated a step, giving Duane a moment to regain his composure. Isabel’s heart was beating too fast. Ryan was crossing the room toward her. What if it hurts? she thought. The music was suddenly too loud again, pounding through the door into her mind, driving her heart faster and faster.
    Ryan’s steps slowed as if he had heard her thoughts. He reached out a single finger, touching her lightly on the lips. “I will never harm you,” he said softly, and instinctively, Isabel believed him.
    Ryan moved forward slowly now, stepping beside Duane, who was loose and satiated beneath her. Duane’s hands were stroking along her thighs and up her sides, then back down again, growing warmer beneath her thighs.
    “Look at me,” Ryan said. If Elyse’s voice had been silk, Ryan’s was like warm flannel, comforting and soft. Isabel raised her gaze.
    Ryan’s eyes were no longer blue, but black, as if the small black circle at the center had expanded to fill the deep azure blue of his eyes, and nothing was left but darkness. She had never seen eyes as dark as his, dark enough to see her own reflection in them, even in the dim candlelight. In his eyes, she saw herself, skin flushed with heat. It was as though the room was spinning, and only the chair and Ryan’s eyes kept her from falling down. Vertigo swirled through her head, but at her center, she was still and calm.
    Elyse had returned to her place behind Duane, gliding her hands up and down his arms and chest. Ryan moved behind Isabel. Although some part of her still recoiled in fear, that calm place in her midsection remained—and her skin shivered with the fire that had been lit within her.
    Ryan’s hand moved over her shoulder, gliding down the bare skin of her arm. He barely touched her, but the skin beneath his hand trembled and shuddered. It was as though he created an electrical field with his hands, stirring the nerves of her skin to exquisite life, and wherever his hands roved, her body trembled.
    He stroked along one arm, then back up the inside, along tender, untouched skin. Then he stroked the other arm, and back up the inside, then both at once. He drew his hands up over her shoulders, to the smooth skin along her shoulder blades, and she couldn’t help crying out at the sensations rippling down her back.
    Ryan slid one hand around her neck, where the pulse beat a rapid patter beneath the hollow of her throat. Slowly it wandered downward, over the upper swells of her breasts to the tender valley between them. The loose silken lace of her slip fell lower, and the electrical storm created by his hand moved to the right, enveloping her breast and the taut nipple, sending shooting bursts of pleasure throughout her body.
    Beneath her, she felt Duane stir to life again, hardening between her legs. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her, fire burning in his eyes. She was helpless beneath the storm of sensations Ryan had created on her skin. She felt the ache between her legs, the familiar heat of unfulfilled want, swollen and hot.
    Duane’s hands shifted down beneath her slip, raising up a moment, and she felt the cotton shorts slide away, leaving nothing between them. His hard, warm flesh pressed directly against her, and she cried out.
    Ryan’s other hand had moved beneath her slip, filling her left breast with that electrical fire, that dance of