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He shrugged. “Any. A brow, a finger”—he meaningfully glanced down her body—“or something else.”

Her chest started rising and falling with heavy breaths, while her body flushed hot. She tensed as liquid heat pooled at her center. Something else. What did he mean? “W-which p-part would you prefer?” she stammered out.

His eyelids turned heavy and his tone was hoarse as he answered, “I’d rather not say.”

Her eyes flew closed, and her lips parted on a moan. He hadn’t even touched her yet. And she was already filled with blissful sensations. Her fingers dug into his arm lest she fall. “I d-don’t know.”

“I promise to be gentle.” He traced his mouth down the side of her chin, and Helen shook her head.

“I don’t want it to be gentle.”

He raised his eyes to hers and then softly bit her neck. She chuckled at the tickling feeling of his bite. He raised his laughing eyes to hers. His cheeks were bright red, his eyes shining, and his lips moist and so inviting. “Was that cheating?”

Helen shook her head. “It was… nice,” she confessed.

It wasn’t the tender, worshipful kiss she was used to. It was a playful bite, something she had never felt before. And she quite enjoyed it.

“I can make you feel so much better. If you just allow it.”

Helen nodded silently, her throat dry, refusing to let her speak.

“Tell me where,” he whispered against her neck.

All Helen could do was moan in answer.

“Here?” He pressed his lips against her neck again and bit her lightly. Her knees buckled, her legs turning to jelly. He caught her against him and tsked in mock disapproval. “Not yet, my darling.”

He traced her body with his lips, not kissing, just his lips moving against her skin, his hot breath leaving scorching sensations on her body. Helen didn’t know what was happening anymore. He slipped his fingers under her bodice and tugged hard.

On the first try, the bodice gave way, baring her breast to his view. The cool air hit her chest, gooseflesh traveling along her skin, her nipples hardening into perky little nubs. Ian playfully bit one nipple and growled, scraping his teeth against her sensitive skin.

Helen couldn’t help but cry out.

“Maybe here?”

“Ian.” Helen writhed in his arms, her body contorting and arching to feel more of him.

He bit another nipple and soothed it with his tongue before moving lower.

“Ian, please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for. Whether she was praying for him to spare her or to continue with his sensual torture.

He lowered himself to his knees before her, his hot hands tracing the line of fire down her body. He raised her skirts and she took them, holding them over her waist, baring herself to him from the waist down.

He nudged his head between her legs and bit her inner thigh. “Perhaps here?”

“Ian!” was all she could answer.

“Yes, say my name, my darling,” he whispered against her center, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “I think I’ll settle here.”

And then he kissed her.

There.

Right at her center.

And that wasn’t all.

He grabbed her thigh and swung her leg over his shoulder as he settled comfortably beneath her. He caught her by the waist, holding her close to the pillar, anchoring her with his body. Then he kissed her again, and this time, he swirled his tongue around her nub.