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tease her a bit.
    “So you see, Mari, I will need to stroke your skin, first with my hands, then my tongue.” He took one step toward her.
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    “I’ll need to touch you, taste you, bring you to the brink of orgasm and then I’ll start all over. I will need to spread your legs and play with your clit, tease you with my tongue and my fingers.”
    Her eyes grew even wider as her mouth dropped open just a bit.
    “If you like, I’ll fuck you with my tongue. I can imagine your taste in my mouth.
    You’ll be sweet, Mari, sweet like peaches and cream.” One more move and he would be close enough to drag her luscious body against his chest, but he waited.
    “But it’s your cream I want—I need. I want to make you to squirm, to scream, to have your juices running down your thighs.” Ros closed the final gap to her as he finished his speech.
    Slipping his tongue against the silk of her earlobe, he trailed one hand lightly down her back to stroke her buttocks.
    “Release, Mari. Sweet release for both of us. Yours and mine. That’s what I need, what I crave, what I desire. And I will ensure your pleasure, darling Mari—all three times. Each time we reach that peak of sexual release, you will know it’s me.” Tugging her even closer, Ros kissed her again. Softly this time, light sucking kisses, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue. Mari leaned against him, her hands stroking up his chest to wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair.
    Smiling against her mouth, Ros stepped closer and pushed his leg between hers, sliding one hand down to the belt of her robe. He untied it and slipped his hand inside to stroke her stomach, then her side. His hand moved slowly from her hip to the side of her breast, enjoying the feel of her soft gown under his fingers. She curved in a way so many American women didn’t.
    Cupping her breast, he just enjoyed the weight in his hand before he slid his thumb over her nipple, feeling it bead and tighten. Just as he plucked at her taut nipple with his thumb and forefinger, Mari gasped and jerked out of his arms.
    “Stop. I don’t want this.”
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    “Your body does. Let me give you pleasure, Mari.” Even as he raised his hand to capture hers, she shoved past him and moved to the kitchen door.
    “No!”
    He could hear her feet pounding on the staircase then the distant slam of the master bedroom door.
    “Damn me.” Rosier slammed his hands down on the counter. Throwing a plate or two might satisfy his need for destruction, but wouldn’t do a damn thing for the raging erection in his pants or the flush of heat from his arousal. Fisting his hands, he raised them to his face, banging them against his forehead in frustration. As he lowered them, he noticed that his skin was ruddier than normal, even this pale human tone taking on color. Grabbing his head with both hands, he squeezed his temples for a moment then took a deep breath.
    He hadn’t blown it. There was no way he’d blown it. She’d come around, he’d make sure of it. But to refuse him, a Hedonae demon of his experience? Surely he wasn’t losing his touch?

    Mari locked the door behind her. What was going on? She had to accept that this was real. The man—no, demon—in her kitchen could not be gotten rid of until she came? Perfect. Just perfect. The Ice Queen was his only hope for escape from this slavery her father started? She wondered if crying would help.
    How would she tell him that she couldn’t? That she did not have the ability to have one orgasm much less three? Would he even believe her or would he be like the last so-called lover who’d finally given up on her with bitter anger?
    “Ice Queen? More like Popsicle Bitch. They were right. You are the worst fuck ever, Mari.”
    His words still echoed in her ears. The tension in her body continued to build. As usual, everything had seemed to work but she knew she had to end that encounter in the kitchen before he learned the