"Hell," he cussed as he drew her off him. She didn't respond as he laid her beside him and untied her wrists, throwing the string of leather to a distant corner of the room.

"Tiara, princess, are you all right?" he asked when she just stared into space, no emotions flickering in her expressive eyes. It was as though she had withdrawn into herself so that she didn't need to face him, face his demands. Had he been that cruel to her?

Tiara felt herself falling helplessly into a black void. She had nothing left in her, neither her dignity nor her pride. The world faded away, leaving her nothing but a hollow shell. She watched as his lips lowered to hers and braced herself for the worst.

Pain lanced through his heart as he kissed her, a mere brushing of lips, a caress as light as one from a butterfly's wing, trying to warm her suddenly cold body. He had used her, robbed her of her virginity with no honeyed words, no spiced wine. If she was indeed who she claimed to be, she deserved someone much better than him to teach her the art of loving. He'd been a selfish bastard all this while, only thinking of his pleasure and not hers. So he kissed her, his thumbs running over her jaw as he held her still for his mouth. If I do anything for her tonight, he vowed, it would be rekindling the fire in her eyes.

His lips traveled over her cheeks, her jaw, to rest upon the dimple near her shoulder. The tiny beat of her pulse was evident and he bit and sucked on the spot, leaving a tiny red indentation of his exploits. His large frame trembled when he felt her shiver.

He was touching her differently, Tiara realized, his hands were almost reverent when they touched her body. Her mind fought to get used to this new man, and yet her body did not seem to have the same trouble.  Tiara’s back arched when the heat of his mouth neared her aching breasts, teasing it with soft puffs of breath. Instinctively, she coiled her fingers into his hair, stunned by the sudden change of pace. Her eyes flickered open to watch as Scott's lips closed over her breasts, coaxing it deep into the haven of his mouth.

An inferno licked through her body, arousing in her a different kind of heat. The ice in her thawed away, leaving only a very needy wanton in its wake. Whenever he had taken her before, the tension in her had been a fierce one. Now, however, the coil of pleasure twisted low in her belly in sensual, soft waves. And the desire in her was more potent, more alive than it had been in any other ruses he had used to take her.

His lips caressed one breast while his fingers worked on the other. The pebbly crests were so hard, waiting for some kind of release. Scott's lips trailed over her breasts, to the valley between them before charting a path to her navel. The act was so intimate and so arousing, that Tiara writhed under him, her head flung to one side, avoiding the scene of her wickedness.

She gasped as his tongue snaked down to her secret bed of curls. Surprised and awfully shy, she tried to push him away with her newly-freed hands. Instead, she found her fingers curling into his dark, lustrous hair as his tongue lashed out