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wrapper. Still leaning against him from behind, she reached around
and slowly unrolled it down his length.
    Owen drew a breath through his teeth. “Mercy.
You should probably put three or four of them on me. I’m so
over-sensitized, I—”
    “If you think it’s necessary.”
    She started to move away.
    “No, I was kidding. Just kidding. Untie
me.”
    Deciding he was finally excited enough to be
free of his bonds, she hurried to untie the last of the knots
holding him.
    The instant the last rope came free, Owen
shoved the pommel off the bed with a loud thud. He grabbed Caitlyn
by one arm and tossed her onto her back in the center of the
mattress.
    “Fuck, I want you,” he said in a low growl.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?”
    His fingers tangled in the straps of her
negligée. The straps ripped from the delicate lace as he yanked the
garment down to expose her breasts. Heat spread across her chest,
up her neck and her cheeks. Owen’s mouth latched on to one taut
nipple and he sucked so hard, she felt it in her womb. Her clit
throbbed with excitement.
    “Oh!”
    Was it possible to come solely due to the
stimulation of one nipple? As the first spasm of release gripped
her pussy, she cried out in surprise.
    “Owen!”
    “So I’m not the only one who’s turned on
enough to come without penetration,” he said in a teasing tone. He
pulled on the sides of her negligée until the fragile lace split
down the front. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
    He bit into her nipple with just enough
pressure to send her flying over the edge. She was still caught in
the throes of her miniature orgasm when he slid down her body,
plunged two fingers deep into her clenching pussy, and latched onto
her clit with his mouth. She cried out as her ecstasy escalated
into pleasure so intense she forgot how to breathe.
    “Give me more, Caitlyn.”
    More what? Her fingers stole into his
hair and clung to his scalp. Her back arched off the mattress. He
slammed his fingers into her and worked her clit with his tongue
until the spasms wracking through her pelvis subsided and she took
a startled gasp of air.
    “Oh my God,” she moaned.
    “I think you can do better next time,” he
said. His lips brushed the inside of her thigh and her belly
clenched, making her entire body jerk. Every nerve-ending was
over-sensitized and seeking pleasure for itself.
    “Do what better next time?” she
whispered.
    “Come,” he said matter-of-factly. “With me
inside you.”
    “Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Sounds
good.”
    He chuckled. His warm breath danced across
the wet flesh between her thighs.
    Owen slowly crawled up her body, kissing and
biting her skin until she dug her nails into his shoulders and
encouraged him to move faster.
    “Caitlyn,” he whispered, “you just found my
trigger.”
    She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he surged
forward and his cock bumped against her. She gasped and squirmed
beneath him, trying to help him find her opening. She needed him
inside her.
    He shifted onto his side and used his hand to
guide himself home. As he slid deep, she became very well
acquainted with his piercing and his back became very well
acquainted with her nails.
    “God, yes, baby,” he said, “scratch me. I
love it.”
    Good thing, because it wasn’t as if she could
consciously control her clenching fingers. She was so caught up in
the feel of him filling her and that little extra bit her rubbing
her front wall so exquisitely that she couldn’t do anything but
hold on to him and call out in bliss. Every so often, he rubbed a
spot that made her toes curl involuntarily and her mouth fall open
in shock. She wasn’t sure when the pleasure broke as quaking
release, but she went mindless with it, gasping and crying out.
Everything inside her was one hot mess of indecipherable bliss.
    Owen’s hands moved to grip her ass and the
earth shifted. He dragged her across the bed and planted his feet
on the floor. Holding her hips tightly, he