“I think I will suck on your nipples until you come.” He bent his head, his breath hot and moist against her skin, sending liquid warmth coursing downward between her legs. Yet he didn’t kiss her. Instead his tongue barely flickered over the taut peaks.
Raven twisted against her bonds, fighting the keen sensations he was deliberately arousing in her.
A moment later he stood, a frown of disapproval drawing down the corners of his sensual mouth. “What, no response, my beauty? No matter. You will soon be begging me, offering me anything I choose to take.”
She raised her chin in defiance. “I will never beg.”
His smile was utterly devilish. “You will do as I say. If you are disobedient, I will give you to my men.”
“You wouldn’t,” she replied, although her tone held uncertainty.
“No,” he said, his voice husky. “I wouldn’t. I intend to keep you all to myself. I won’t share my treasure with any man. You are mine.”
Possessively, his palm covered her breast, then glided down the silken skin of her belly to her loins.
“Tell me, are you a virgin, mademoiselle?”
She hesitated before answering honestly. “No.”
“Excellent. The better for me to enjoy you. I am a man of strong appetites, and I am not easily appeased.”
He slid a probing finger between her thighs, along her wet, slippery cleft. Already it was pulsing eagerly.
“You’re very hot, mademoiselle, are you not?”
Raven arched her hips convulsively, feeling her bonds tighten in warning at her wrists.
“How easily aroused you are.”
One of his hands remained between her legs, while the other moved up to fondle her swelling, aching breasts. When he pinched her nipple, a needy whimper escaped her lips.
“Be silent, captive,” he ordered. “You mustn’t scream, or my men might come to watch. You don’t want them
to see you naked and helpless like this, do you?”
Raven swallowed her moan, yet the thought of his lusty, rugged crew seeing her ravishment roused a shameless throbbing heat between her legs.
“Good, you know who is your master.” His indulgent, arrogant smile made her blood boil and race at the same time.
“You must remain completely still, or I won’t satisfy you.”
He was teasing her, making her wait, and the delay excited her beyond bearing. She strained against his hand, shamelessly seeking his penetration.
“I said be still! You will obey me if you want me to take you.” His fingers thrust inside her a mere inch and then stopped. “Do you want me to take you, captive?”
She drew a long shuddering breath. “Yes,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Then you will beg me.”
“I won’t.”
“We shall see how long you resist when I put my mouth on you.”
Going down on one knee, he parted her thighs and pressed his lips to her sleek folds, seeking the point of feminine pleasure. Raven sucked in a sharp breath, her legs instinctively parting even more.
His long tongue lapped at her slowly, thoroughly, rasping against her sensitized flesh until she burned with frenzy.
“Are you ready to beg me yet?” he asked at length, his voice husky.