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balance.
    As I began to slide down the other side of it, he pulled away and tipped his head back to look at me. “You will stand, Cora,” he said. “You will stand and not touch me, or I will stop.”
    His fingers were still stroking inside me, keeping me barely on the edge, and I jerked my hands off his body, curling my fists at my sides.
    He laughed then, a dark laugh, and I knew what the game would be. I’d try to stay upright, on my own balance, and he’d try to make me come so hard that I had to grab on.
    “No,” I managed. “You won’t stop.” I wasn’t going to play that game on his terms. But there was another set of rules, perhaps more dangerous, that I craved. “Or you’ll hurt me.”
    “Not tonight, Cora,” he said. “I can’t go so near the darkness tonight. But I can find another punishment for you. Without stopping. Will you accept it?”
    His thumb was stroking my clit as his fingers moved inside me, and I swallowed and nodded, wanting more, needing more, no matter what the catch might be. So long as he didn’t stop doing those things to me.
    He kissed me softly on the breastbone. “So be it,” he said, and then his mouth trailed kisses down my belly to my nest of curls and lower still, to my clit.
    He kissed it, and I rocked forward onto my toes, barely catching myself from grabbing his shoulders. Then he worked against me in earnest, and there was nothing teasing, nothing gentle about him now, every movement calculated not to titillate but to send me smashing into the next orgasm even as his steadying hand dropped from the small of my back.
    I panted and shook, struggling to stay on my balance, fighting to keep my body with his. But he was merciless, and I ran out of air and out of my mind so that I couldn’t tell what which way was up or down.
    I sagged, stumbled, and would have fallen. But Dorian’s free hand shot out to steady me. He pulled back instantly and straightened to tower over me.
    “I win,” he said simply, setting to work on the buttons of his shirt.
    “I didn’t touch you,” I protested.
    “You didn’t stand, either.” He unrolled his cuffs.
    “You said you wouldn’t stop,” I said, my whole body still reverberating with the lingering effects of the broken climax.
    “Do I look like I’m stopping? Turn on the shower. Get in. And wait for me.” He dropped his shirt to the bathroom floor and started on his belt.
    I obeyed. The warm water from the overhead rain panels washed over me, drenching my hair, and I couldn’t help but think that I might have just made and lost the most dangerous gamble of my life.
    He stripped off his pants and underwear together and stepped in after.
    “What are you going to do to me?” I asked—yes, definitely asked, because I would refuse to beg.
    “Anything I want to,” he said, and his eyes consumed my world.
    “But not hurt me.” Oh, God, how I wished at that moment that I could say that wasn’t what I was hoping he’d do, whatever the consequences.
    “But not hurt you,” he echoed instead, the corner of his mouth lifting.
    He stalked forward, and I backed up reflexively, my heart hammering hard. But there was nowhere to go, and my back came up against the cold marble wall in the corner of the shower just as he braced his hands on either side of my body and kissed me.
    And with that kiss, I was gone. His. I sagged against the wall, grateful for something to take my weight under his onslaught as one of my hands found his cock and circled it, stroking him to the rhythm of his tongue in my mouth. The water poured over us, running down our bodies and making my hand slide slickly over his skin.
    The shower bench was next to us, and he caught my leg nearest it under the knee and put my foot up on it. Then his hand skimmed up my thigh again and deep between my folds until I was shaking on the edge of another climax.
    Then he pulled out completely, and I made a noise of protest as his mouth worked against my neck.
    “You