I rolled my eyes. “Because—of course you have.”

He spun, approaching until he stood right in front of me, bending to kiss me on the lips before slipping a sleep mask over my head. He pulled it down to cover my eyes so I couldn’t see anything.

“Is that comfortable?”

“Adam, what—”

“Can you see?”

“No. But that only solves half the problem, because you can.”

“I have another one here.” He tugged my mask up so I could see. He slipped an identical sleep mask over his head and pulled it over his eyes. Then he reached over and drew mine back down.

“Great, now we’re both blind. This is going to be a comedy of errors.”

“No way. It will help us appreciate our other senses…like our sense of touch.” He reached up and trailed a light, tantalizing caress of two fingers from my collarbone, down across my breast with the slight edge of his nail. I jumped. “And smell.” He buried his mouth and nose into my neck, opening his mouth to kiss it. I shivered, and he groaned in response.

“Hearing.” He tilted his mouth to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Emilia. And tonight, all night, it’s all you’re going to feel, and you’ll be begging for more.”

His hot breath on my ear and the promise in his words made me waver against him.

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“And…” His hand closed around my panties, and he gave them a healthy yank right at the seam, shredding them in a classic Adam Drake move. I gasped as he pulled my panties away. Aside from the open dress hanging on my shoulders, I was naked.

“Of course, there’s taste…” I listened as he lowered to his knees. One hand separated my knees in order to open my legs. There, he pressed his face to the apex of my thighs. “Mmmm,” he said. “Delicious. Best midnight snack ever.”

His tongue snaked out and slid along the seam of my sex, pressing against my clit. I jumped as if jolted by an electric shock.

“Oh God.” I gasped. This only seemed to encourage him, as he continued, pressing my legs farther apart.

“You don’t want me to untie you?”

“I never said that.”

“So you do?”

“I never said that, either.”

He laughed and leaned forward again, continuing to tantalize me with his tongue.

“Tell me to untie you and let you go, and I will. But don’t worry about us seeing each other before the wedding, because I sure as hell can’t see a goddamn thing.”

“I’m, uh”—gasp—”quite sure, oh.” God. “Um, that…that…ah. That’s not what they meant.”

“Whoever they were hadn’t been sexually deprived for over two months, I’m sure.”

“Jeez, Adam. This isn’t fair.”

“You said you wanted to be ravished, didn’t you? So are you going to stand there and whine about me using your own body against you, or are you going to relax and enjoy it?”

I stayed silent, concentrating on the sensations of his fingers, which he had gently slipped into me when he’d pulled awayto talk. He hadn’t replaced his mouth on the magic spot, though, and my entire body was throbbing and thrumming and demanding it.

“Well?” he asked when I didn’t answer him.

“I’m thinking. I’m thinking!”

“Okay. Well, while you’re thinking about it, I’m gonna go back to what I was doing.” Then he paused. “Oh, I almost forgot…I had these in my pocket.”

“What?”

“Complimentary breath mints.” Then there was loud crunching and chewing and the sudden, strong smell of mint. “A whole bunch of them.” I stiffened, remembering hearing that Altoids mints were used to enhance the sensations of oral sex—as if I needed any enhancement at this point.

When his tongue reconnected with my clit, I jumped like I’d been shocked by sensations of hot and cold at the same time. Frosty heat. I shivered and instinctively moved away. With his hands on my hips, he pinned me to the door, continuing the contact. Then deepening it.

With my eyes blindfolded and my senses overwhelmed, like he’d predicted, I wasn’t aware of anything but his mouth and his hands.

Adam licked and sucked ferociously, almost as if he were demanding my climax. And my body was more than happy to comply. In minutes, I came violently against his mouth. My head thrown back against the door, I screamed his name, my body convulsing with pure pleasure coursing through my veins.

He didn’t stop.

“Please, it’s too much,” I slurred, barely able to form the words, as if the orgasm had fried my brain. It certainly felt like it had.

Slowly—too slowly—he stopped and pulled away, running his palms down my thighs repeatedly. I shuddered, overly sensitive to any touch. I almost lost my footing.

I slumped against the door, completely absorbed in my afterglow. Even as every muscle in my body relaxed and basked, a thin thread of unfulfilled desire shot through everything.

I wanted to feel Adam’s weight on top of me, his body moving against mine, our sweat mingling. I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me up, hear his groans of pleasure as he used my body for his own enjoyment. I wanted that even more than another orgasm.

I was greedy like that.

And apparently, Adam read my mind. Before another moment had passed, he opened the door, freeing the belt from the doorjamb and releasing me. My arms came down, and I stretched my shoulders, though my wrists were still tied together in front of me. Warmth flooded my arms as circulation returned.

Gently, Adam took me by the shoulder and guided me to the bed—or, at least, the direction where he suspected the bed was. His steps were halting, like he was trying to find his way in the dark.

And without too much difficulty, he found it, nudging me to lie down. “So if I said no right now…” I teased.

“Of course I’d leave,” he replied. “But I wouldn’t be happy about it.”

“It’s not my job to make you happy…yet.”

“A happy groom makes a happy wedding.” He adjusted a pillow to slip under my head as he grabbed the rope around my wrists and pulled it above my head to fasten it against the headboard.

“Afraid I’m going to run away?”

“Nope, but a good pirate always hedges his bets. I’m going to have my way with you.”




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