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“These are adjustable. I can decide how hard they bite.”

Her attention stayed locked on my hands.

“And they really make things more sensitive?”

“Aye. Especially when they come off.”

That earned me a wary look.

“Should I be worried about that part?”

“Probably.”

I opened the first clamp and adjusted the pressure with my thumb.

“It’ll sting.”

I rolled her nipple between my fingers until it tightened, then drew it gently away from her breast and settled the clamp over the sensitive tip. The moment I released it, the pressure bit down.

Isabella sucked in a sharp breath.

“Oh, shit.”

I watched her face.

“Color?”

She took a few deep breaths, then nodded.

“Green.”

I attached the second.

This one earned a quieter gasp.

The delicate chain rested across the swell of her breasts.

I gave her a moment to adjust before brushing my fingertips around one nipple.

Her shoulders shifted.

“Mmm, I like that.”

I traced the sensitive skin again, then bent and used my mouth while my fingers toyed lightly with the chain.

She whined, and then the sound deepened when I changed the pressure.

“Well?”

Her eyes closed.

“I think I understand the appeal.”

“Thought you might.”

I slid an arm around her waist and moved her farther up the mattress, centering her beneath the headboard.

I worked her until her breathing had turned uneven, then reached for the silk tie I’d thrown onto the bed earlier.