Free Caged by Carolyn Faulkner Page A

each jaw line to just barely bite at the spot where it ended. He razed each earlobe with the edges of his teeth, and then licked up and down the slender column of her neck until his lips hit her collarbone.  Those knowing hands massaged as much of her shoulders as they could get to, then down her sides, avoiding her breasts entirely until he had kissed each rib on either side, then licked his way up her sternum. 
    When he straddled her with not a little difficulty in assuming the position, he took a breast in each big hand, squeezing and massaging somewhat less than gently, not that she minded—although she really, really did.  But in this, in the way that he could awaken her and expertly draw out her physical side, she knew she would lose every time—even if she wasn’t bound. 
    Cage knew about the war that was raging within her—but the only one he cared about right now was the one he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to win.  There was no way she could hide her responses to him; she was too innocent, and he loved it.  It went well beyond how she tried—unsuccessfully—to modulate her breathing, tried to swallow back the gasps and anguished cries of pleasure—things he knew to look for that she would have no knowledge of or control over and he wasn’t going to enlighten her about.
    He had seen how tightly peaked her nipples had been yesterday and had known that it was because of the awareness of them that he had brought to her, and now as he grasped her breasts, pressing them up even further into the air and into his waiting mouth, he could feel his cock rise as his lips caught them and began to suckle hard.
    Her unchecked groan served to spur him on as he treated her other nipple the same way, tugging it into that warm wet cavern and pressing it hard against the roof of his mouth, then gently razing it with the edges of his teeth before releasing it.  She began to arch unconsciously but then remembered she wasn’t supposed to like what he was doing to her and sank quickly back down onto the mattress.
    Then he surprised her by moving off her and turning her onto her side, facing away from him, the way she might have positioned herself.  She felt him moving around a bit, and when he pressed himself up against her again, she knew he was naked.
    Rachel could feel the extent of his desire—the portion of him that he had put inside her last night—pressing against her sore bottom.  Part of her wanted to try to wiggle away from it, but the other part—the surprisingly stronger one—didn’t even want to acknowledge either her own discomfort or the existence of that insistent part of him.  Her mind wanted her body to completely ignore him, and it was outraged and incensed when she didn’t—when she absolutely couldn’t make it happen
    Cage himself was ignoring the knock-him-to-his-knees pain in his side in favor of having her again.  Parts of him overruled everywhere else in his body at times, and this was definitely one of them.
    Her still quite warm bottom pressed back against him and he almost succumbed to the urge to take her right then and there, but managed to clamp down on his own desires in favor of the challenge of stirring hers. His hands came up to take possession of those beautiful breasts again. Teasing and tugging at her nipples, he listened closely for the point at which her passions overrode her better thoughts.
    One hand slipped down her front and Rachel knew exactly where he was heading.  She did her best to try to keep her thighs tightly together, but there was little she could do against his sheer strength.  Cage easily pulled one leg away from the other and back over his, where he pinned it easily as he reached forward to boldly cup that which he coveted most. His fingers worked themselves between those puffy lips with a casual familiarity that she both resented and reveled in, and she tried to prepare herself, tried to steel herself against his intimate touch, but,