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Heat flooded my body at his praise, desire coiling tight in my belly. It was a heady feeling, this mix of vulnerability and power. I was giving myself to him, but on my terms. The knowledge was intoxicating.

I felt the growing ache of anticipation as he continued to touch me, to circle me like a predator stalking its prey. Every nerve was alight, every sense heightened.

Ian's hands explored my body, his touch alternating between feather-light and demanding. He dragged his nails down my back, making me shiver, before gripping my hips firmly.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Every sound, every movement—you're giving them to me. Aren't you, Collette?"

"Yes, Ian," I gasped, my skin tingling wherever he touched.

He maneuvered me onto the bed, my body pliant under his guidance. His fingers found my clit, stroking and teasing with a precision that made my toes curl.

I writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of pleasure. Every kiss, every bite, every stroke was a reminder of his dominance, a demonstration of the power he wielded over me.

He built my pleasure with deliberate patience, stoking the fire within me until I was ready to combust. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled back, denying me that final push over the edge.

Damn it!

"Please, Ian," I begged, my voice strained. "I need to—"

"Not yet," he growled, his voice sharp and commanding. "You'll come when I say you can, not a second before."

I growled in frustration, my body taut as a bowstring. The denial only heightened my arousal, made me crave his touch even more. It wasn’t that long since all the denial in the basement.

He seemed to revel in my desperation, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched me squirm.

Time lost all meaning as he played my body like an instrument, bringing me to the brink again and again, only to deny me at the last moment. I was a mess of sensation, my world narrowed down to his touch and his commands.

He kissed me hard. "Now, Collette. Come for me now."

My release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing with the force of it. I cried out his name, stars exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure radiated through every cell.

A moment later he drove into me, his thrusts measured and deliberate. Each snap of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through my core, stoking the embers of my desire back into a raging inferno.

"You're mine," he growled, his breath hot against my neck. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

I could only moan in response, lost in the intensity of his possession. He reached between us, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot, and I nearly sobbed at the added stimulation.

"Come for me again, Collette," he demanded. "Show me how much you need this."

His words were my undoing. I shattered around him, my inner walls clenching around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. Ian slammed into me, his own release overtaking him with a guttural groan.

We clung to each other as the aftershocks subsided, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion. Ian's demeanor softened, his touch shifting from demanding to tender as he eased out of me.

He untied my wrists with gentle hands, massaging the faint marks left by the silk.

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I was happy I’d brought it up. This might work. I just needed to be sure he had nothing to do with Andy’s death..

Chapter 32: Ian

Colette’s breathing evened out and she slept. I held her a few moments longer, relishing the contact with her naked body, then slipped from the bed. While we were both reassured about her health, I needed more.

When Rossi had called, my heart had dropped out of my chest. It wasn’t until I could see her with my own eyes, that I knew she was okay, that I felt it quit racing. Everything hung on her.

She wasn’t all right now, but she was better. Something had happened while I was gone, and I needed to watch the tapes to figure out where I’d been wrong. It was as if a flip switched and caused her to get depressed.

I walked into my home office and pulled up the footage. The only way to figure this out was to find the problem.

Each frame of video made my heart ache. There wasn’t a lot of sound because I was moving through it quickly, but I watched as she went through the different stages of grief.