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bed turning the words into a
promise.
    Knowing your way around a room came in handy
when you wanted to grab a handful of enchanted silver chain and
haul ass to the bathroom as fast as possible. Jarrett hovered in
the doorway, watching as Phoebe fiddled with the knobs just inside
the vast tiled shower. Water spilled from the neatly concealed
fixture in the ceiling, spritzing the tiled wall where the iron
rings glistened.
    Phoebe glanced over her shoulder at him as
water plastered her long hair to her shoulders. “This is
decadent.”
    He swallowed hard as a rivulet of water
cascaded off the stiff peak of one of her breasts. “Decadent.”
    She chased that drop with her finger, as if
the sensation had awoken a deeper need. Her fingertip hovered over
her nipple as her eyelids drooped. “You like watching me.”
    The chains in his hand jingled as he took a
step closer to the open shower. “You look like you’re discovering
what feels good. That’s damn sexy.”
    “ I’ve been touching myself
for a century,” she replied in a dreamy voice. “The discovery is
that I enjoy being watched.”
    “ Then show me.”
    “ Will those chains hold
you?”
    That stopped him short. “Me?”
    She stepped through the
spray to stand in front of him and traced the silver the same way
she’d touched her own skin, with pleasure and reverence. “I don’t
think they’d hold you for long, but it’s the fair thing to do,
don’t you think? Give me a chance to make you crazy?”
    Fair, maybe. But advisable?
Not even close. “With the water still on , right?”
    “ Of course.” Her fingertips
stroked his cheek. “What are you worried about? The fire? Or what
you’ll do to me if you get free?”
    Neither. Both. But he handed her the chains.
“I trust you, Phoebe.”
    Her sudden smile was brilliant. “I trust you,
too. Whatever happens.”
    He knew, and that was what frightened
him.
     

     
    She had a hellhound chained to the shower
wall.
    Silver clinked against tile as Phoebe stepped
back and admired the view. Jarrett was taller, so the chains that
would have stretched her arms over her head were slack for him,
with enough give that he could arch away from the wall and move
forward a pace.
    A little freedom. Not enough to reach where
she stood now, her shoulders under the lukewarm water that rained
from the ceiling like a summer shower. She’d adjusted the
temperature to something comfortable but cool, knowing things would
heat up soon enough.
    From the fire in his eyes as
he tested the chains, she thought soon might become now before she knew it.
    A sudden command escaped him on a rasp.
“Touch your tits.”
    Her hands were halfway to her breasts before
she realized she’d obeyed, and then she couldn’t stop, not when she
cupped their heavy weight and Jarrett jerked against the chains,
licking the corner of his mouth.
    No wonder people relished
control, a thing as forbidden to her as its lack, since no lover in
her long life could have uttered the words I trust you, Phoebe and meant them.
Not truly, not when their power was the only thing that held hers
at bay.
    Jarrett trusted her. Wanted her. She ached as
his eyes tracked her movement, and when she pinched her nipples,
her breath caught along with his. “What else do you want to
see?”
    He rumbled. “I want to see you come.”
    She tilted her head under
the water. Drops splashed in all directions, landed on his skin and
sizzled before evaporating. He was lush and beautiful, every line
of his body whispering of power and danger, and he was steaming .
    Judging the give on the chains, Phoebe moved
just close enough to trace one of the tattoos winding its way
around his arm with her tongue. That sizzled, too, his skin so hot
it would have burned a mortal woman. Maybe even some immortal
ones.
    But not her. She rocked closer, picking the
next swath of ink and following it with the tip of her tongue as
his cock jutted against her belly. “You want to see me come?
How?”
    The