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Maybe it did.

CHAPTER 8

Micah knew she was at least a little out of her head. This was Arrow kissing her.Arrow! And everything in his wild kisses told her he wanted her. The world faded away, and all that was left was his lips on hers, his hands on her body, and his utter command of her.

When he pulled away, she would have yanked him back if she hadn’t been cuffed. But his hand still had a tight grip on her hair, and he pulled her head up so he could stare into her eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched her, and even his dark gaze so intent on her face was making her wet. Wetter, since his kiss had done a good job of that already.

She whispered, “Arrow. I need you.”

He let out a hard, panting breath. “Fuck, Micah. I need you, too.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, his mouth so hard on hers she thought he might leave her lips bruised. And she felt in his kiss the same desperation she was feeling. The same yearning ache that pulsed in her breasts, in her pussy.

Touch me…

She needed him so damn badly. Why wouldn’t he let her out of the cuffs?

He groaned as he pulled away once more, and she sighed.

“Please,” she begged, unable to fully articulate what she wanted.

With a growl he reached down and released one of her ankle cuffs from the clip that held it to the spanking bench. “Wait,” he ordered, as if she could do anything else.

He moved around her to release her other ankle, leaving the soft leather cuffs still on her. Then he moved back up and did the same with her wrists, leaving the cuffs on, making her feel decorated.Seen, somehow.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, carrying her to the big table and laying her on her back as she’d been the night before.

“Stay right there,” he commanded. “Arms over your head. Yeah, that’s it.”

She waited, shivering. Not with cold, but with a need so acute it was like a sharp pain between her thighs. She could barely stand it.

He bent over her, trailing his fingertips over her thighs, her stomach, his face wearing an expression of intense concentration, lighting her body on fire. Her pussy clenched.

Too empty.

He dragged his hands slowly over her stomach and she almost wanted to cry, she needed him so badly to really touch her. When his hands covered her breasts through her bra, she felt it like a shock. That sharp, that white-hot.

He locked his gaze with hers as he slowly slipped her bra straps down, first one, then the other.

“Now is the time to say no,” he told her, his voice low and full of gravel. “I know you’re in subspace, but we did negotiate this. But if you don’t tell me no right now, I’m going to do every single thing I’ve wanted to since the moment we met.”

“Ohhh… yes, Arrow. I need you. Please, please.”

She was half out of her head as he undid the center clasp of the bra and slipped it off her. Then he stood there for a few moments, gazing down at her, and a sensual grin spread over his handsome face.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She took a breath as she remembered the scar on her collarbone where she’d had surgery, and before she could consider her actions, she moved a hand to cover it, but he pulled it gently away.

“No, Micah. I need to see all of you. I do see all of you, and all I see is beauty.”

He ran a fingertip over the scar and she turned her head away. But she was too turned on, too much in subspace, to feel it too deeply—the shame she’d felt for the last three years. Instead, she realized, she did feel beautiful, if only because Arrow had told her so. When she turned back to face him, he was still touching her scar, but suddenly it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his warm hand on her skin, the look in his eyes, the things he’d already done to her. What he might be doing to her next.

She smiled up at him, and said quietly, “Yes. God, yes, Arrow.”

When he leaned down and brushed a kiss across her scar, she couldn’t believe how hot it was; his lips on that flesh she’d always found so ugly. But he did it as if he were worshipping her, and the impact was impossible to deny. He straightened and drew his fingertips across her nipples, and they went hard, so hard and aching that she arched up off the table. And as if he read her mind, he bent to take one into his mouth.

And oh, god, his tongue was hot and wet and perfect as he gently licked the sensitive nub of flesh, then started to suck.

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