"Conrad." She wriggled her chest when he grew a fraction too rough. "A little lighter."
He froze. When he eased his grip, and she stilled, he said, "I can be gentle with you." Releasing her, he softly rasped her nipple with the back of his fingernail, then dragged the pad of his finger over it. She moaned sharply when he did it again. "Better?" She found herself nodding against his shoulder. Somehow the assassin was gentling his callused hands on her - such a contrast to his ruthless fighting tonight. Back and forth came the rasp of his nail and the maddening drag of his finger, over and over, until her nipples ached so badly they pained her. "Tell me - say you like it." "Uh-hmm, I like it." In a husky voice, he said, "I can feel them throbbing, koeri." She moaned again, arching her back. He responded by leaning down, his hot mouth suckling her, those firm, cruel lips pulling on one peak, then the other. As he inched his hand up her leg, he began slowly grinding against her hip. Nuzzling her damp nipple, he said, "Spread your legs, N