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slow-building fever that sparked the moment she looked into his eyes began to spiral out of control. She yearned for more, and the realisation that all she had to do was stay silent emboldened her. Arching into him, she let her head roll to the side, a mute invitation he instantly took her up on.
    He kissed the side of her throat, gently at first and then with ever more passion when she did not resist him. Tugging the soft skin between his teeth to brand her with his kiss as tiny explosions of lust assailed each inch of bare skin that his skin touched, his cock pushed against the small of her back in a wordless demand that threatened to tear her defences to shreds. She clenched her lips together and stared into the distance. She would not beg him, but she would not ask him to stop either.
    Their bodies were so close that she could feel every measured breath he took, their hearts in time with each other now as he lifted his head and his hand gently wrapped around her breasts. His knife could slip between her ribs in the space of a heartbeat if he so chose. Instead, though, he toyed with each taut nipple until a low, throaty moan threatened to escape her mouth.
    “Ah,” he said softly, amused triumph dancing in his voice as he continued to tease at her breasts. “How does that feel, my little lady? Good?”
    To call his touch merely good would be the greatest of understatements. It was scintillating, the lust she felt for him powerful enough to drive aside all thoughts of anything but him. Outside the bedsit the world was falling to pieces, but so long as the assassin kept her in his bed she could not spare it even the briefest of thoughts. Arching into him once more in desperation, she buried her face in the pillow and battled for the control that had abandoned her the moment their eyes met.
    “Still silent, Esther?” His low laughter rippled through their joined bodies and she shivered against him, all too aware that her silence could not mask her body’s reaction to these stolen caresses. “Then I shall continue, for it seems very clear to me you are enjoying this intimacy as much as I am revelling in forcing it upon you.”
    Despite his words, though, the assassin relinquished his hold on her breasts and instead followed the flare of her waist down to her hips. Her breath hitched as his hand drifted steadily lower, barely brushing her skin now yet unshakeable in its intent. Sure enough, as she tensed against him he skimmed the top of her thigh and let his hand come to rest between her legs as he propped himself up on one elbow. His lips quirked back when she stole a wide-eyed glance up at him, and the arch of his brow told her how much he was enjoying the way she seemed so powerless to resist him.
    “Do you think you will come for me if I do all I intend to do to you, sweetheart?” he murmured. “I can take you there if you want; indeed, until I hear that little word that will stop me, I will not cease my efforts to do so.”
    As the assassin whispered those words into her ear, his warm breath inflaming her beyond all earthly comprehension, his thumb brushed across her clitoris in perfect illustration of the promise in his words. Esther gasped, painfully aware she stood on the precipice of something forbidden and glorious; something she had long since lost any compulsion to resist.
    “I cannot hear that one little word I feared,” the assassin said, his triumph tangible in his voice. “I rather thought it would be so, sweetheart, for I know you want this as much as I do. Relax, then, and let me find the proof of just how aroused I make you.”
    He shifted slightly, bringing his mouth to rest against her throat once more to coax her arousal to a dizzying peak even before he stroked her clitoris again and stretched out his index finger to slip inside her with an ease that betrayed how very much she wanted this. She felt his lips curve back against her skin, and though she tensed he pushed another finger inside her