darkness
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jerking up and into her, pounding in counterpoint to her
downward thrusts.
The battle between them only fueled her excitement. She
thrust hard against him, taking him, demanding his orgasm
as her inner muscles clamped tight around his cock and her
jaws gripped him tight.
Then the rapture swept over, filling her womb like his blood
flooded the inside of her mouth. She drank and fucked, more
slowly now, more deeply, murmuring her delight against his
flesh.
After the last tremors faded, she lay over him, her legs
spread wide around his hips, his cock still embedded deep inside her. As she fought to catch her breath, she didn’t want to
free him. Not yet. Instead, she lapped lazily to close the twin
punctures on his shoulder.
When the deep shuddering tremors subsided in his body,
she lay still, almost afraid to see his expression. Too late, she
acknowledged remorse for her actions. While she’d been in
the grip of the hunger, the only thing that had mattered was
filling the overwhelming need. She recognized this might be
a pattern. Emotionally, she prepared herself for many such
battles and losses.
She leaned back and warily looked into his face.
Anger burned in his eyes, and he rattled the chains attached
to his wrists. “Now that you’re finished,” he bit out, “do you
think you can find a way to get these off me?”
“Good morning to you, too,” she said, not able to hold
back the bitchy edge that crept into her voice. Her body
still trembled with delicious little aftershocks she’d have
liked to savor.
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Reluctance slowing her response, Natalie lifted up, letting
his sex slip from her body.
The flaring of his nostrils was the only hint of emotion he
let her see.
She clambered off the bed and dutifully followed the manacles on his wrists to the chains that draped over the end of
the bed to the floor. The mattress was pulled away from the
wall, and there was no headboard. The chains were soldered
to metal plates bolted in the floor.
She tugged hard at the chain, but made no progress. “We’ll
need the key,” she said.
“Well, find it, dammit,” he said, his voice rising.
Natalie pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. She still
felt slightly dull, her body replete and sluggish as her mind.
She looked at her hand and arm and noted her skin had lost
its blue tinge.
“Sometime this year,” he said, his irritation stretching out
the last word.
She ignored his testiness. He had every right to be rude—
he was the one chained to a bed. “Where should I look?”
“How the hell should I know?” he snarled. “Just start going
through things. Begin with the dresser.”
She went to the dark oak dresser, opening a little rosewood
casket on top, but found it empty. All the drawers of the
dresser were also empty. Nothing in the bedside table or in
the bathroom cabinet other than toiletries.
When she came out of the bathroom, she shrugged. “I
didn’t find anything. Do you really think they’d put it somewhere we could get to it?”
into the darkness
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His lips twisted and one dark brow lifted. “ ’Course not,
but looking kept you busy doing something else.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant
by “something else”. Every time her gaze fell on him, she
couldn’t resist checking out his body.
“Well, we’re going to have to wait to ask about a key.”
Rene pounded his head once on the mattress, frustration
evident in the tightening of his chest and shoulders.
Again, Natalie swept her glance over his body, feeling guilty
about the secret pleasure of having him at her mercy. “Why
would they put chains on you?”
Rene turned his head and glared. “It’s kinda obvious they
want to keep me here for you.”
Only a little surprised, she replied, “You think they
brought you here—for me? But why?”
His lips twisted in a mocking smile. “To screw, eat, drink—
I’m your
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jerking up and into her, pounding in counterpoint to her
downward thrusts.
The battle between them only fueled her excitement. She
thrust hard against him, taking him, demanding his orgasm
as her inner muscles clamped tight around his cock and her
jaws gripped him tight.
Then the rapture swept over, filling her womb like his blood
flooded the inside of her mouth. She drank and fucked, more
slowly now, more deeply, murmuring her delight against his
flesh.
After the last tremors faded, she lay over him, her legs
spread wide around his hips, his cock still embedded deep inside her. As she fought to catch her breath, she didn’t want to
free him. Not yet. Instead, she lapped lazily to close the twin
punctures on his shoulder.
When the deep shuddering tremors subsided in his body,
she lay still, almost afraid to see his expression. Too late, she
acknowledged remorse for her actions. While she’d been in
the grip of the hunger, the only thing that had mattered was
filling the overwhelming need. She recognized this might be
a pattern. Emotionally, she prepared herself for many such
battles and losses.
She leaned back and warily looked into his face.
Anger burned in his eyes, and he rattled the chains attached
to his wrists. “Now that you’re finished,” he bit out, “do you
think you can find a way to get these off me?”
“Good morning to you, too,” she said, not able to hold
back the bitchy edge that crept into her voice. Her body
still trembled with delicious little aftershocks she’d have
liked to savor.
96 delilah
devlin
Reluctance slowing her response, Natalie lifted up, letting
his sex slip from her body.
The flaring of his nostrils was the only hint of emotion he
let her see.
She clambered off the bed and dutifully followed the manacles on his wrists to the chains that draped over the end of
the bed to the floor. The mattress was pulled away from the
wall, and there was no headboard. The chains were soldered
to metal plates bolted in the floor.
She tugged hard at the chain, but made no progress. “We’ll
need the key,” she said.
“Well, find it, dammit,” he said, his voice rising.
Natalie pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. She still
felt slightly dull, her body replete and sluggish as her mind.
She looked at her hand and arm and noted her skin had lost
its blue tinge.
“Sometime this year,” he said, his irritation stretching out
the last word.
She ignored his testiness. He had every right to be rude—
he was the one chained to a bed. “Where should I look?”
“How the hell should I know?” he snarled. “Just start going
through things. Begin with the dresser.”
She went to the dark oak dresser, opening a little rosewood
casket on top, but found it empty. All the drawers of the
dresser were also empty. Nothing in the bedside table or in
the bathroom cabinet other than toiletries.
When she came out of the bathroom, she shrugged. “I
didn’t find anything. Do you really think they’d put it somewhere we could get to it?”
into the darkness
97
His lips twisted and one dark brow lifted. “ ’Course not,
but looking kept you busy doing something else.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant
by “something else”. Every time her gaze fell on him, she
couldn’t resist checking out his body.
“Well, we’re going to have to wait to ask about a key.”
Rene pounded his head once on the mattress, frustration
evident in the tightening of his chest and shoulders.
Again, Natalie swept her glance over his body, feeling guilty
about the secret pleasure of having him at her mercy. “Why
would they put chains on you?”
Rene turned his head and glared. “It’s kinda obvious they
want to keep me here for you.”
Only a little surprised, she replied, “You think they
brought you here—for me? But why?”
His lips twisted in a mocking smile. “To screw, eat, drink—
I’m your
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