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pulled up, breathless, stared at him then got off. He watched her naked body as she hurried to retrieve something, he was too blinded by her perfect beauty to even see what it was. She climbed back on top of him, and held the letter opener above him between both hands, point aiming at his chest. “Are you ready to die?” The words trembled.
    He eyed her coherent gaze , pulling a little on the restraints, finding them much looser. “Not particularly.”
    “Are you afraid?”
    He angled his head a little. “Maybe. But no.”
    “ Maybe but no.”
    “ I mean I would be if you were a murderer.”
    She lowered the tip of the blade to his throat. “ Why am I not a murderer, Micah?”
    He regarded her, knowing she had her little therapeutic angle going. “You’re just not.”
    “I’m not because I choose to be so mething else?” She tossed the blade across the room then looked at him, jutting her chin a bit. “But I will be leaving.” She climbed off of him and this time he couldn’t hide his panic. “Oh come on,” she said, “surely you expected that?” She climbed back into her torn dress. “Surely you didn’t think I would pass up such an opportunity to escape the lunatic demanding I give up my soul or else?”
    He hated how that sounded. “I always knew it was a possibility.” He regained control and slowly pulled on the ties again.
    “So why did you let me tie you up?”
    “To gain your trust.”
    “Really?” She angled her head, as though considering , delicate hand on her cocked hip. “I thought it was for you to demonstrate your trust and love? For me?”
    He pulled on the holds slowly again. “You didn’t think I trusted you, I showed you I did. We were both demonstrating, I believe.”
    “And how do you feel now that you see I cannot be trusted?”
    He licked his lower lip slowly. “You haven’t actually betrayed me yet.”
    “You’re waiting for me to walk out? Is that it?”
    He couldn’t bring himself to answer for several seconds without verbalizing the threat on his tongue if she would try to leave. “Yes,” he finally said.
    She shook her head, walking up to him until she star ed down into his eyes. She leaned and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, his nose, his lips, then chin. “I could have done any of those bad things but…” she shook her head. “You’re stuck with me. I am yours, and you are mine. Nothing will change that. Not my belief in God, or my disbelief.”
    Micah would’ve loved to enjoy her sweet therapeutic point, only her little demonstration didn’t apply to him or her. And maybe she wouldn’t be quite so devoted if she knew the truth. Maybe it was time to open that can of worms.
    “My turn ,” he said.
    “Your turn?”
    “To demonstrate my love.
    Chapter Four
     
    Micah happily returned the favor to Sarah, tying her up much the same way she had done him, minus her legs. He wanted those completely free. Free to be wide open the way he intended.
    She laid there with her legs closed, the timid victim position, but there was nothing timid in her eyes. They followed his every move with an anxious hunger. He was certainly anxious to pleasure her, taste her, tease her.
    “Open your legs for me .” He sat on the bed at her waist where he could reach every part of her with ease. With a leisurely touch, he circled her areola, slowly closing in on her nipple. “Are you hot?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, desperation already in her voice.
    “Are you wide open for me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you want me to make you feel really good?”
    She nodded, and gasped, “Yes.”
    Micah carefully touched the very tip of her clit and moved softly over it, watching her brows come together hard and her perfect mouth form that shocked oval. He leaned and kissed her lips, then worked his way down to her breasts, keeping his touch perfectly light on her gem. At her nipple, he moaned, so very hungry. Covering the hard peak with his mouth, he slowly moved over it, allowing it