"I-I don't know. I've never tried it."
He continued to pluck the rigid points while he moved his mouth and face across the upper swells. "Would I find your cunt wet if I slipped my hand into your pants right now?"
"Yes."
"I want to make you come. But I want to do it my way, Amery. You still feeling bold?"
"Yes."
"Say, Make me come, Ronin. I don't care how you do it."
Amery repeated, "Make me come, Ronin. I don't care how you do it, but make me come now."
She felt him smile against her chest at her added plea. "Close your eyes. No matter what, keep them closed. Arch your back and spread your legs."
Ronin's voice had become velvet coercion-soft and sexy wrapped around a steely command.
He curled his hands around her face and he kissed her with the single-minded concentration that left her breathless. Helpless. Delirious. He eased back on the kiss, and one hand fell away as the other stroked her cheekbone.
He said, "Hold still," and a second later something landed directly on her nipple. Molten at first and she almost cried out from the quick pain, but then it was gone, leaving warmth in its wake. Then his mouth was on hers again, for a long, slow kiss.
She whimpered when he pulled away and whimpered louder when a splash of heat seared her other nipple. That spark of pain lasted longer and was immediately followed by another one on the top of her left breast.
Before Amery could open her eyes, Ronin was there again, his fingers on her jaw, holding her in place as he kissed her stupid.
"So bold," he murmured in her ear after he broke the kiss. "A little more and I promise I'll make you come."
More spikes of fierce pain. More intoxicating kisses. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, and considered jumping into the pool to ease the fiery heat spreading across her skin, a breeze wafted over her, cooling her off. Along with that came Ronin's scent; she let that male musk soothe her senses, even as her heart picked up speed whenever that scent came closer. And beneath that she caught a whiff of citronella. Her mind cleared enough to realize Ronin was dripping candle wax on her.
Ronin didn't kiss her after the next pinpricks heated her flesh. His hand moved between her legs to rub the seam of her capris against her clit.
"Oh god."
Then his assault was relentless. Hot wax spattered on her chest, running down the valley of her cleavage-hot enough to steal her breath. Then Ronin's hungry mouth was licking and biting her neck, turning her skin into a mass of gooseflesh. She swore the man had three hands and two mouths with the way he touched her and teased her.
"My bold Amery," he whispered against her throat. "Are you ready to come?"
"Yes, please." She canted her hips up, wanting his hand on the zipper of her pants, wanting his fingers testing her wetness and pushing deep inside her.
"Look at yourself."
Amery opened her eyes and looked at her chest. Spots of wax dotted her skin. Her nipples were completely coated. A few rivulets ran down the plane of her belly. Seeing what it looked like, knowing she'd let him do that to her, caused her face to flame.
Ronin tipped her chin up. "Are you embarrassed?"
"I don't know. It looks like . . ."
"Like I came on your chest. Like I marked you."
She nodded.
"My way of letting you know I intend to mark you this way sometime."
Be bold. Amery cocked her head. "And if you had? If my hands were free I'd swipe my finger across that big spot above my nipple and lick it."
Ronin snarled and seized her mouth, one hand on the back of her head as he angled her backward, his other hand diving between her thighs, the heel of his hand grinding side to side, rubbing the seam directly over her clit.
The ferocious kiss ended abruptly. She kept her eyes closed as his teeth enclosed her nipple and bit down until the wax cracked and fell away. Then he suckled the tip strongly.
Amery was off balance. Entirely at Ronin's mercy. She couldn't move; she couldn't control anything except accepting that she had no control.
Ronin moved his mouth to her other breast. The wax pulled at the tender tip as he removed it with his mouth. Then he groaned and his focus was on her nipple.
The grinding rub of his hand, his sucking mouth, his labored breathing, and the intense attention he lavished on her coalesced into that perfect moment. The orgasm hit her from all sides, setting off a throbbing in her nipples, clenching in her pussy. Even him pulling a fistful of her hair added to the erotic sensations bombarding her.
She couldn't quit gasping until that moment when the pulses ended, the roaring in her ears faded to a dull whoosh, and her body quit trembling violently.
Stu-fucking-pendous. She'd never come like that. Not in twenty-eight years. She never knew she could come that powerfully. She'd begun to believe the awe-inspiring orgasm claims women made were a myth.