Possessed by Desire

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Authors: Elisabeth Naughton
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    “Ashur…slow down a second. I—”
    “You’re not the one calling the shots here, noor . Get used to it.” The feather brushed against her kneecap again, and tingles shot up her leg. Hot, sensual tingles that felt so damn good. Way better than they should. She clenched her teeth as the whisper-soft tip moved up her thigh and skirted the hem of her shorts.
    At least she was still wearing shorts. “Ashur—”
    “Protest, protest, protest. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were acting.”
    The feather trailed up her hip, then caressed the bare skin of her abdomen. And those hot, spicy tingles shot to her hips, making her bite her tongue to keep from groaning. “I’m…I’m not.”
    The feather moved over her T-shirt, sending spirals of heat all along her rib cage. “Your nipples are hard.”
    “Because I’m cold.” Oh, Allah, that is not from being cold. “Ashur—”
    “I think this shirt is in the way. Don’t you?” The feathery sensation left, and then something clicked, followed by the cold bite of steel against her lower belly that made her entire body freeze and vibrate with excitement at the same time. “Hold still. I don’t want to accidentally cut you.”
    Cut her?
    Scissors snapped. A rasp echoed to her ears, followed by warm air rushing over her abdomen and the erotic realization that he’d just sliced her shirt open.
    “Ashur—”
    “Be still.”
    She sucked in a breath while the scissors moved up her stomach, cutting away what was left of the thin garment. When he reached the top, the cotton fell open, and the gentle breeze washed over her bare breasts, making the tips even harder, sending a shockwave of arousal straight to her sex.
    He chuckled again. “Oh, I think you’re definitely enjoying this.” A click echoed, as if he’d put the scissors on the bedside table; then the tip of the feather tickled her breastbone. “Tell me, noor , are you wet?”
    She trembled against the sheet. She didn’t want to admit that she was, that what he was doing was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and that the longer it went on, the harder it was for her to think straight. Because she needed to think straight. She was the one who was supposed to be doing the seducing and commanding, not the other way around. “Ashur, I don’t want—”
    He trailed the feather to her right breast, circled the entire areola. “You don’t? Then use your powers and free yourself.”
    She stilled. And her breaths quickened as his words permeated the sexual haze settling over her. “I don’t have any powers left. I told you that.”
    “Then you truly are mine to do with whatever I want.” His warm breath washed over her other breast, and then something wet and soft— oh…his tongue —circled her nipple. “Do you want my mouth here? Like it was earlier? Remember how good that felt?”
    Oh, she did. She hitched in a breath and reflexively arched toward his lips.
    His mouth curled in a smile as he pressed soft kisses along the underside of her breast. “I’m going to make you beg, noor . Have you ever heard of erotic denial?”
    She had trouble processing his words. Because all she could focus on was the wicked sensations in her breasts, the jolts of electricity they were sending to her sex and the need for him to suckle her as he’d done before.
    The feather trailed down her bare stomach, over her shorts, then brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh.
    Her sex quivered, and she arched her back. She didn’t even care anymore that he’d tied her down. She just wanted more of that heavenly mouth. Wanted to finally feel his entire body against hers. Wanted him to taste her. Everywhere.
    He chuckled again, and heat flooded her veins in response, as if her entire body were on fire. “Answer me, noor .”
    “No.” She twisted her head against the mattress, closed her fingers around the ropes leading to the bedposts. “No, I haven’t—”
    The feather trailed down her inner

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