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the blade over her tender
skin.
    She gasped at the freezing cold point of cold moved beneath
her drawers, drawing the hem up before slicing through the fabric and baring
her even further.
    He kissed the curve of her calf before treating her other
leg to the same. His kisses raised lines of fire on her skin, something only
heightened by the touch of the dagger’s point and its frigid sharpness. She
tugged frantically at her bonds, desperate to touch him, and he pulled back
slightly, a smile on his face.
    “So impatient,” he teased. “Restrain yourself, Genevieve.”
    “How could I when you use your mouth on me so?” she
demanded.
    The words were only half out of her throat, then there was a
whistle of air as Daniel cut her drawers from her with sudden, savage speed. He
had been a fencer in life and in death he had lost none of his speed or
accuracy. If he had been less precise, she would have had cuts down the lengths
of her thighs, but instead her drawers lay around her in shreds and her bare
legs were as pristine as new-fallen snow. Another few strokes of his flashing
blade made short work of the laces of her corset and she was naked before him,
bare and vulnerable, her breath catching in her throat at his strength and his
speed.
    Her heart beat fast in her chest and he bent his head to her
thighs, kissing and licking up their length until his mouth was unbearably
close to her nest of damp golden curls.
    “Bastard,” she moaned when his mouth stopped short of its
goal. “Oh bastard!”
    He grinned at her fevered words and pulled back again,
watching her with avid eyes.
    “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he asked
quietly, and she blinked at him.
    “What…what could you possibly be thinking of?” she gasped.
“You can see me like this, you can smell me, and you are still doubting
it?”
    He shook his head, and for a brief moment, though she was
the one tied down, she thought he looked oddly vulnerable and naked. Instead of
lapping at her slit, he worked his way back up her body, nibbling and biting
with a tenderness that felt oddly new.
    She knew that he had kissed her like this before, softly,
listening for her quiet sighs, but there was something strange about it as
well. They had been playing the part of hunter and hunted for so long that this
was as much new territory as it was a homecoming, and from the slight frown on
Daniel’s face, he sensed it too.
    “What are you playing at, Daniel?” she asked quietly, and he
nuzzled the crook of her neck.
    “Sometimes I don’t even know,” he admitted, and he lapped at
the soft skin there sweetly enough to make her whimper.
    He plucked her nipple between two fingers, drawing it hard
and sharp before laying his mouth over the peak. She remembered how sharply she
had bitten him in the same place back in Paris, but he seemed uninterested in
paying her back. Experimentally, he flickered his tongue at the tip, and when
his reward was a thrust of her hips and cooing sound of pleasure, he did it
again.
    Daniel moved from one nipple to the other, and then
Genevieve gasped when his fingers caressed the side of one breast. She was
sensitive there, almost ticklish, and she was quite certain that he had never
touched her exactly like that before. Even a gentle tickle of his fingernails
made her squirm, and when he bent down to lap at the silky skin, Genevieve
actually squeaked.
    “How have I known you so long and not known this about you?”
he mused, and Genevieve only whimpered, needing more.
    Genevieve felt some of the urgency drop away from him, and
he made an exploration of her body with his hands and his tongue. He dragged
his rough palms down her sides and then down her thighs. He fit his hand to the
curve of her thighs, and he gently stroked the soles of her feet, making her
toes curl with pleasure.
    With a fascinated expression his face, Daniel massaged the
soles of her feet, digging his thumbs into her hard heels and the tender arch,
pulling each toe