Hunted by Ella Ardent Page A

or even better, being kept captive for a weekend in Damon’s place, wherever it was, and felt faint with the possibilities. She liked how he was so determined to tease, and how he watched her reactions so closely. His concern that it was too much was endearing, too, and made her feel safe with him.
    He smiled at her agreement, but didn’t seem to be surprised.
    Maybe he could read her mind.
    Maybe he knew her fantasy better than she knew it herself.
    He ran a hand down the length of her, his admiration clear. Shara struggled, trying to make some difference in her circumstance but she could barely wriggle. He’d stretched her out taut, but she wasn’t pulled too tightly. She realized he’d taken her measure the night before, because the embedded loops were the perfect distance apart and the leather bonds hadn’t needed any adjustment to secure her wrists and ankles perfectly.
    His attention to detail was seductive, too.
    He wanted her.
    And he wanted her like this.
    And the only thing she had to do to keep this going on forever was keep from having an orgasm. Shara had a feeling Damon was going to do his best to make that impossible.
    Catch and release.
    She wasn’t sure how she’d stand it.
    She had no idea how she’d keep from having an orgasm, not if he kept teasing her like this.
    He eased down the length of her, sliding between her knees. Feeling his muscled heat pass over her made Shara want to moan. She arched her back, prolonging the contact, and he paused to kiss her nipples again. They were already tight from his attentions, but he gave her no respite. Shara stared up at the patterns of sunlight and shadow on the roof of the tent, then closed her eyes, surrendering to pleasure. Damon braced his elbows on either side of her waist, and his weight was between her thighs. He licked and suckled her nipples; he grazed the aching peaks with his teeth, and he cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands. He took his time, ensuring she was aware of only those two points—and the throb of her clitoris. She arched back and tried to widen her thighs, her fists clenching as he drove her to distraction.
    She wasn’t anticipating the nipple clamps. They closed coldly and firmly over each nipple, making her jump at their devilish constriction. She looked down to find Damon smiling at her, looking so wicked that her heart skipped.
    Then he winked at her and slid lower. He kissed her navel, his gaze clinging to hers, and she knew what he was going to do.
    She also knew if he ate her, she’d never manage to keep from coming. She moaned and struggled but he only smiled.
    Then he licked her, his bold sure touch nearly sending her to the moon. He braced his hands on her thighs and held her open to him, then ate her deliberately.
    Shara was either in heaven or hell. She couldn’t tell. She’d never felt such pleasure and such torment combined. Her nipples ached and she was wetter than she’d been in all her life. She writhed beneath him as he pushed her onward, and even though she knew he defied her to hold out against her orgasm, she wasn’t sure she could do it. His tongue flicked her clitoris, his kiss sucked at her puss. His teeth slid across her labia and she moaned when she thought he bit it gently. Her skin was on fire and her heart was pounding. She couldn’t take a breath, but she clenched her fists and hung on desperately.
    When he lifted his head, a thousand years later, she panted in relief.
    Then he put the clamp on her clitoris. Shara nearly went to the moon. It was both confining and thrilling.
    “That should help a little,” Damon murmured against her ear. “You won’t be able to come while it’s on.” He arched a brow and pressed his lips against her skin. “Maybe I’ll never take it off.”
    Shara couldn’t imagine how she’d survive that. The pressure was tight enough to make her twitch. She felt her hips come off the ground as she bucked, wanting only for him to put her out of her