Licking her lips, she lifted his hand to her lips. Opening her mouth, she gently suckled the pad of his forefinger. "Please, Kyrian? I promise you won't regret it."
Desire coiled through his stomach as he watched her. Her tongue flicked across his skin, down between his fingers. Then, she scraped the inside of his wrist and forearm with her fingernails, raising chills the length of his body.
She led his hand from her lips, to the parting of the robe, then inside to her bare breast. "Pretty please?"
His breathing ragged, he closed his hand over her. It was all he could do to remember what she was asking him.
She was asking for his complete trust. Something he hadn't been able to give to anyone in more than two thousand years.
Terrified of what had happened to him the last time he'd made that mistake, he met her gaze and felt his will crumble. Would she one day betray him?
Dare he take the chance?
This time when she guided his arm to the post, he ground his teeth, but didn't move as she secured it to the carved wood. Still, his heart pounded.
Amanda knew she had just won a small victory. Smiling, she tied the scarf loosely. "You can get loose at any time," she told him. "Just say the word and I will release you, but if you do, it will stop immediately."
"What will stop?"
"You'll see."
Amanda took his other arm and tied a scarf to that wrist. Kyrian watched her, his breathing sharp and unsteady. To her amazement, he said nothing as she tied him down. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
He pulled against the scarves, his muscles rippling and bunching. "I don't like this." He moved to free himself.
Climbing up on his body, Amanda caught his wrists in her hands and held him there. She dipped her head down and touched his lips with hers.
Kyrian tensed as he felt her tongue darting along the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. Opening his mouth, he welcomed her inside. He moaned at the way she stroked his tongue with hers, at the taste of her.
Her mouth was as close to heaven as a soulless man was likely to ever come. Her rose scent invaded his head, making him dizzy and hot. Breathless. Time stood still as her hands stroked his chest and he felt her breasts pressing against him.
It wasn't until he reached to hold her that he remembered she had him tied down.
Growling in frustration, he yanked at the silk.
At the sound of tearing fabric, Amanda pulled back from her scorching kiss. "Remember," she said huskily, "if you get free, you'll get nothing but a cold shower."
He stopped moving instantly.
To his chagrin, Amanda pulled back from him.
She ran her hands slowly down her robe, over her breasts, until she reached the belt. Taking her time, she unknotted the belt and parted the robe to show him her bare breasts.
His body burned as she let the robe flutter to the ground at her feet.
To his delight, she wasn't naked. She wore the dark blue garter belt he'd bought for her.
His mouth watered at the sight.
Slowly, seductively, she walked to the bed and climbed up his body again like a sensuous cat as her breasts trailed from his stomach to his chest. Kyrian hissed at the feel of her stretched out over him, of her breasts caressing him.
"How are we doing, General?"
He swallowed. "Fine."
Smiling, she traced the line of his jaw with her lips and tongue.
"I'm better when you do that," he whispered, his body on fire from her touch.