Carnevale and Subterfuge by Selena Illyria Page B

of him. She felt his heat over her and she had to fight to keep from lifting her head and licking his skin. She wanted to cover him in nips and kisses just as she had done before.
    Instead, Ana focused on her senses and experience. Everything was amplified. The creak of the leather seemed louder. The feel of the fabric around her wrists and ankles felt softer, smoother, even as the edges of the straps bit into her skin. Dodger seemed hotter, his scent more potent. It was all intoxicating. She found herself struggling against her bonds.
    “Stop struggling and relax. It will be OK. Shhhh, calm down,” Dodger said. He ran a hand over her head.
    Ana’s heart beat erratically but her body remained relaxed on the bed. When he stopped touching her it felt odd, like an incomplete sentence uttered or a connection not made. An ache started in her heart and she realized this is what it would feel like when they had to part, only more extreme. Sadness descended and for a second she wanted to cry.
    “It’s OK. I’m here. Relax and just feel.” His voice calmed her down a bit but not completely.
    She opened her mouth to say something only to have the thought lost when something soft and light began to move over her chest, back and forth, slow and feathery. Ana didn’t know what to say. The sensation continued until it got to the right side of her waist. Laughter bubbled up inside of her as he moved over a ticklish spot. She couldn’t stop it. The sound tumbled out and her body shook.
    “Ah, I found a ticklish spot. Must remember that.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
    The feathery sensation moved away to the other side and continued on to her legs. The feeling was replaced by slick warmth with a bit of roughness. She knew he was running his tongue over her ankle. He licked slowly up one leg and down the other, ignoring her center, which made the ache between her thighs grow. Her clit pulsed with need. She wanted his mouth there.
    “So soft,” he whispered against her damp skin. “So beautiful. I don’t think I could ever tire of exploring your body.”
    She swallowed. The roughness of his voice made her squirm. “Then don’t.”
    He chuckled, a sound like the most decadent dark chocolate, rich and sinful. Just perfect. “I won’t, love.”
    Anarrae felt the heat of his body moving up her like a slow-moving wave.
    “Goddess, this body is beautiful. I can’t say that enough. I want to worship you, but it would take more time than we have.” Sadness colored his voice but did nothing to dampen the arousal. It only made her want him more.
    “Then come to me,” she urged.
    “Not yet. I’m not worthy yet,” he said. She didn’t understand that comment so she let it go.
    The first touch of his tongue on her stomach made her gasp. It was so unexpected. She had known he had been moving up but had gotten distracted by his words. He licked his way over her abdomen, dipping into her navel before lapping his way up the center of her body between her breasts. Her grip on the straps tightened as the yearning rose to sink her hands in his hair and move him to where she wanted him to be.
    Her breasts felt heavy. She wanted to feel his hands on them, cupping them, massaging them. Her nipples ached. Impatience wore at her nerves as she waited for him to make his move.
    The first touch of his tongue on her nipple was so pleasurable that heat shot through her, tore a gasp from her throat. Her back arched. She hungered for more. “More, I need more. Suck me.”
    Dodger cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard before scraping his teeth over the sensitive tip. Pain and pleasure mingled. When he bit down, she screamed as white-hot heat shot straight to her clit. Her hips bucked and her pussy gushed cream. His tongue laved away the sting. He sucked her nipple hard before biting it again. He worried the tip, licking, sucking and tugging. Bursts of heat shot to her core. An orgasm curled tightly within her. She was so close…just