CHAPTER 38

She gasped.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, easing away. “Pretty.”

He teased the wet nipple with the soft pad of his thumb. Pleasure, pain, pleasure again. The lines blurred. All she knew was how much she wanted Jack to cover her, fill her, make her come.

Make her his, God help her, for more than tonight.

Lifting her hips, Morgan wriggled them, enticing him, silently pleading.

Laughter rumbled from his chest. “Oh, I’m tempted. But not yet, cher. Not for a long while.”

She sounded a fresh moan of protest—until something sharp with little metal teeth bit into her damp nipple. A gasp tore past her moan and shoved its way past her throat.

“Oh, God!” she breathed against the pain.

“I know. Take a deep breath. I have a feeling you’ll come to appreciate the bite of the clamp…sooner rather than later.”

No. It was horrendously painful, bordering on cruel. She took a deep breath. It didn’t help. Another breath.

Jack lowered his mouth to the other nipple, the one his fingers had toyed with previously. A