He shook violently, as though he were trapped naked in an ice cave. She wanted to warm him, bring him next to the fire so he wouldn’t be cold anymore.
His lips parted and she tasted a tenderness that made her heart constrict with longing. The kiss exploded into fierceness. He ravaged her mouth as if to punish her for pushing past desire into the dangerous world of emotion.
Breathlessly Sidonie raised her head and stared at him. He focused on her face, then lower to where her bodice gaped. Heat surged, left her giddy. Blind instinct made her kneel over him. Discovering with her lips the sinewy shoulders. The hard line of his collarbone. The racing pulse in his throat. She heard excitement in his groan when she nipped his neck.
She licked her lips. His salty taste lingered. She wanted more.
He tugged at the cords. “I have to touch you.”
She shook her head.
His voice lowered to persuasion. “Sidonie, untie me.”
“No.” If she released him, he’d take over. All she’d prove was that she couldn’t resist him. He already knew that. Her hand curled around his rod. Tonight was her last chance to touch, taste, torment him as she willed. Fair revenge after he’d tormented her so often. Watching his reaction to her caresses conjured new magic.
She slid lower. Paused. Then gathered courage to proceed. Delicately she licked the flushed head. His taste overwhelmed her senses, more pungent than his skin. Even as he growled protest, she drew him into her mouth.
Jonas released pent-up breath as Sidonie’s mouth closed over his cock. He hardly believed she did this. His skin felt so hot, smoke should rise from his body. He struggled not to thrust upward. He didn’t want to scare her into withdrawing. Not now. Not when she promised to transport him to paradise.
He needed to bury his hands in that mane of hair. Only when he tried to lower his arms did he remember she’d bound him. The sensation of her soft, wet mouth on him banished everything else from his mind.
Her tongue flickered, then she lifted away and stared at him with a question in her eyes. He had no right to beg her to continue. To do… more. Still the plea trembled on his lips. Only with the greatest difficulty did he bite the words back.
Then incredibly she tightened her hold and took him into her mouth once more. Tentatively she sucked. He bucked against the cords around his ankles and released a strangled curse.
On a shocked gasp, she withdrew.
Dear God, Sidonie, don’t stop. Don’t stop now.
“Don’t you like it?” she asked unsteadily.
He fought to clear his vision. Even her tentative experiments left him reeling, as if she flung him into an abyss from a mountaintop. “Of course I like it,” he snarled.
Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were damp and red. He wanted that mouth on him more than he wanted to live. A troubled frown crossed her face. “You don’t sound very comfortable. Am I not doing it right?”
“You don’t have to do this.” He couldn’t believe he’d said it. Where the hell had this sodding knight in shining armor come from?
“I want to.” She licked her lips as though she relished his taste.
His balls tightened until he feared they’d explode. He stared at her, vainly seeking some sign of disgust or hesitation. “Dear Lord, Sidonie, you shouldn’t have even thought of this.”
To his surprise, her lips quirked. “I have an active imagination.”
His brain started to work despite the fog of thwarted desire. He was such a fool. This was no milk-and-water miss. This was the shameless hussy who had tied him to his bed. This was the gallant woman who never quailed from his scarred face. “Good God, you really do want this.”
“Yes.”
He glared at the bonds. “Untie me and I’ll show you what to do.”
“Don’t spoil my fun. I’d rather discover on my own.”
“I mightn’t survive the experience.”
“Big, brave Jonas Merrick?”
“I’m only flesh and blood.”
Her smile became pure seduction. “Yes, you’re that.”