Kimberly came to her knees quickly, her eyes narrowing as she watched him unbutton the dark blue cotton shirt he wore. His deeply tanned fingers worked at the buttons quickly, freeing the cloth before shrugging it from his muscular shoulders.

She had no intentions of fighting him. No desire to delay the promise she could see glittering in his dark gray eyes. Her lips opened then, her tongue peeking out to dampen the curves as his hands went to the belt of his jeans.

“Am I about to be ravished?” she asked him huskily while her heart raced out of control.

His lips quirked in a sideways smile that had melted her heart for a year. Did he know, she wondered, what that smile did to her?

It warmed her heart, heated her arousal and made her feel like the most beautiful woman ever created. A smile she considered hers alone, simply because she had never seen him smile in such a way with anyone else.

“Ravished, ravaged, eaten alive,” he growled. “You have no idea, Kimberly, just how eager I am to possess that sweet little tush of yours.”

His words shouldn’t have sent heat striking forcefully into her womb, but that was exactly what they did.

Then her breath caught in her throat as he loosened his jeans and began to push them from his lean hips, revealing the full extent of his arousal. His cock was fully erect, engorged with his need for her. She watched, entranced, as the fingers of one hand encircled it, stroked slowly as he kicked the jeans away and advanced on the bed.

“Take the robe off.” His voice was deep, dark. A forbidden vein of emotion throbbed beneath it, making her throat tighten in response.

Her fingers fumbled at the belt for a second before the loose knot came free, allowing the edges to fall apart until they draped enticingly over the swollen curves of her breasts.

Her nipples ached, burned for relief. The weight of the gold rings that pierced them was more pronounced, an erotic little pain that reminded her of the rasp of his teeth against the sensitive points.

“Take it off,” he ordered again, watching her from beneath lowered lids.

“You take it off.” She was breathing so harshly she could barely say the words.

That smile. It flashed again, slightly crooked, a bit boyish.

He was having fun. That knowledge was nearly as strong as the arousal. He was having fun with her. Had anyone ever had fun with her? She was sure they must have, but she had never felt the knowledge that they were like she did now.

“A dare.” He appeared to approve. “I think I can handle that, Kimber…” He caught her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed with a quick movement. “But can you?”

She expected another of the hard, hungry kisses he destroyed her mind with. Expected him to consume her. Instead, he destroyed her.

He rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes, allowing her to see the shifting color, the unchecked emotion, the essence of him as his hands moved to her shoulders and began to slowly, gently ease the silk from her.

“Jared…” Chills of pleasure raced over her body, making her shiver at what she saw, at what she felt.

She blinked back tears, and yet didn’t understand why they welled in her eyes, why she felt shaken to the very core of her being.

“Your eyes are darkening, baby,” he whispered roughly. “I can see the heat rising within you; see the need growing to a fever pitch. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me to know I can turn those pretty green eyes almost black with hunger?”

The silk slid over her hands as she lifted her arms, pooling about her hips as she raised her hands to his face. Her fingers touched his lips. Trembled. They were warm, not moist or slick but like heated velvet against her fingertips.

She whimpered, her lips parting with a soundless cry as his eyes darkened in turn. Stormy. Like the turbulent center of a storm she feared she would never survive.

She shuddered then as his hands moved as well, cupping the swollen weight of her breasts, his fingers rasping over the hard nipples and sending flares of white-hot heat spearing to the depths of her pussy.

She was burning alive. She could feel the blood racing through her veins, boiling with the intensity of sensation building within her. A touch shouldn’t do this, she screamed silently. It shouldn’t wrap her, not just in pleasure, but in an emotion that terrified her.

“I could touch you forever.” His lips moved against her trembling fingers, his breath a caress she felt clear to her soul. “You’re like hot silk and satin, as seductive as sin itself, Kimber.”

His head lowered then, turning to brush her fingers against his chin, to nudge them aside as he sought her lips in a kiss so soft it was like the caress of fairy wings against hers.

“Touch me, baby,” he whispered the heated plea against her lips. “Touch me, Kimber, like we’ll never touch again…”

Like he was touching her.

Chapter Twelve

Each touch was another layer of emotion, of pleasure. It was an unspoken vow, a memory Jared knew he would never be free of.

He watched her eyes; the dark green depths were liquid with her rising passion and the heat and hunger filling her body. Her face flushed, her lips becoming fuller as he nipped at them.

“Are you going to tease me to death?” she asked him huskily as he bent to her, his hands smoothing over her shoulders, her back. Had he ever touched anything or anyone as soft as Kimber?

“It would be my pleasure,” he growled, restraining his smile at her soft expulsion of laughter.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” she informed him, her voice breaking on a moan as his fingers tested the lush fullness of her hips. “I’ve been teased enough, Jared. I need you.”

He could hear the hunger that raged through his own body, heating her voice. Yes, she needed, just as he needed, wanted, craved. She was the air he breathed now, the beat of his heart. Letting her go would eventually destroy him.

“Move up.” He gripped her hips, easing her further up on the mattress as he spread her out before him. “This is my fantasy,” he told her roughly as he drew the strap he had anchored to the center of the headboard to the middle of the bed. “Give me your hands now.”

The long leather strap held two Velcro cuffs at the end. It would allow him to turn her to either her back, or lay her on her stomach without worrying about readjusting the position of the restraints.

He watched her eyes go wild with excitement, her nipples tightening further as a whispering moan left her throat.

“Oh yes, you like this don’t you, baby.” He smiled tightly as he raised her arms and strapped her wrists into the restraints. “I like this too, Kimber. Having you helpless beneath me, unable to fight your needs, or mine. Seeing you go up in flames has to be the most beautiful sight in the world, baby.”

And it was. Jared could think of nothing more exciting, more arousing, than Kimberly’s lust. He wanted to fuel it, wanted to see how hot, how high he could make her burn.

He watched her tug at the restraints, saw her realization that unlike those at The Club, there was no escape from the ones he used. She strained against them, her body arching as lust began to overwhelm her.

“There you go,” he whispered as his hand smoothed between her breasts to the rounded contours of her abdomen. “Go wild for me, Kimber,” he encouraged her as his cock strained for relief between his thighs. “You’re nice and safe here. No one can see you, no one will take anything you can’t give. This is just for you, baby, all for you…”

Her lust was for him, though. He saw the desperation begin to glitter in her eyes as he reached for the items he had laid out on the bedside table earlier. The tub of lubrication gel, the little vibrating butterfly he would attach around her thighs to rest against the swollen protrusion of her clit, the remote that would activate the different levels of stimulation it was programmed for.

“Now, let’s spread those pretty little thighs.” He forced her legs apart, smiling tightly as she resisted, bucking against him as her hot little moans fueled his own passions.

Jared moved between her thighs, holding them apart with his own as his hands gripped the upper portion, his thumbs within inches of her glistening pussy. The silken folds were unfurling, a soft blush pink thick with the nectar of her passion.

His mouth watered at the sight of the soft, feminine passion fruit. He moved his hands closer, his thumbs pressing back along the outer lips, watching the little slit widen to reveal the rosy, cream-laden interior.

Kimber was twisting beneath him now, her hips arching as she tried to force the aching flesh firmer into his touch.

“Stay still,” he growled, raising one hand and allowing it to fall firmly on the pad of her cunt.

“Oh God. Jared…” She cried out his name as her hips bucked higher, flinching from the pleasure rather than the pain.

Perspiration dotted her face, her breasts, her soft little tummy.

“You like that, don’t you, Kimber.” He tapped at the delicate flesh again, relishing her lusty growl of feminine demand.

His fingers trailed along the slit as he lowered himself along the bed, tucking his cock carefully beneath him as the thick flesh throbbed painfully.

“Spread your thighs wider, Kimber, or I might have to forget about the little treat I’m dying to taste here. I have to be able to get to it, baby,” he warned her, keeping his voice rough, with an edge of danger.

She shivered at the sound, but spread her thighs wide, opening the soft folds further. The tiny entrance to her vagina tempted him, causing him to draw in a hissing, hungry breath. He couldn’t fill her there with his cock, but he would make certain he fucked her insane with his flickering tongue.

“Lift up.” He placed a hand beneath her buttock, enforcing the demand as he dragged a thick cushion from the bottom of the bed.

It was pillow-sized, but firmer, ensuring that her hips remained elevated for what he had in mind. He pushed it beneath her hips, leaving the lower portion of her buttocks without anything to hamper his desires.

His gaze met hers as he lifted the tube of lubrication then and spread the gel along his fingers. She could barely hold her eyes open, the excitement was rising so high. They lay at half-mast as she fought for breath while the storm of pleasure raged inside her body.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He smiled down at her, feeling emotions he had never thought he would know with another person. The emotions his father had once described that he felt with his mother.

Tenderness, passion, a wild hunger that no other woman would ever be able to sate. He had been born for Kimberly alone. As trite as it sounded, as much as it went against the hard-edged warrior philosophy he had always lived by, still, he knew it to be the truth. He lived to love her.

“Jared…” She screamed his name, causing his cock to spill a silky stream of cum at the excitement that shot through his own body then.

Her voice was hoarse, ragged, the sexual hunger like a living thing inside her as his tongue slid through the narrow channel of her pussy and his fingers tucked against the puckered opening of her anus.

He felt the taut muscles of her ass flexing, drawing at his fingers as he held them against her while his tongue began to lick at the quivering folds of her pussy, drawing the sweet, seductive nectar deep into his senses.

Her clit throbbed against his tongue, her hips bucked against his caresses as her voice became thicker, pleading, drawing him deeper into the sensual spell she cast over his heart and his loins.

She tasted sweet and spicy on his lips, the flood of her juices only spurred his own lusts higher, made him crave more and yet more of the seductive screams that erupted from her throat.

His tongue circled her clit, his lips sucked at it, drawing it into the heat of his mouth and working it with tender, firm motions. He drew her to the very edge of reason, then slowly drew her back, grimacing at her pleading little moans. His fingers slowly, slowly began to finally sink inside the reflexive clasp of her anus, feeling her open for him, the sensitive tissue stretching for first one finger, then another.