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It took noher beyond her capacity, eate of her woasm unleashed all her tension, squeezed her around hi with her, he fed her convulsions with thrust after thrust, roith her shrieks “Aih, khodeeni kolli, eeji alai—take all of ed on until he roared and sla her of sensations She sobbed, her flesh quivering around his with his ragged breath, rocking gently inside her, satisfying her to her last tremor

“Awhashteenibejnoon”

I missed youinsanely

Her head flopped on his shoulder as she tried to get her nerves to spark She needed to hold on to his reality, his ic, to ward off the doubts “It’s beenless thantwo days”

“Kateer Tw’hasheeni wenti gossad aini”

Too ht before my eyes

Could all thissincerity be a lie?

He strode with her wrapped around hiently on pristine whitefro as he kneeled in front of her, taking care of the evidence of their love under his shirt as he struggled to stuff his erection into his pants, his emotions an open book for her to read in his eyes

But how could that be the truth? The mainstay of Rashid’s character was his reticence How could he have beco effect on him? Or because it was easy to say and pretend what he didn’t feel?

Which explanation sounded more plausible?

The answer, validated by the evidence of history, was so incontrovertible, her sto in quivered on the verge of plunging into a nightnore this Doubt was poisoning her, snuffing out her life She had to know for sure

What if he denied it? Would she ever feel secure again? Would the doubts ever go away?

Yes They would Herher own end-justifies-the-means beliefs on him

Rashid would tell her the truth And she’d believe hied his head up as he rained kisses and words of worship all over her face and neck

His glazed-with-passion, heavy-with-indulgence eyeslike she was about to jump off a cliff, she asked, “Do you need toof Azmahar?”

His face shut down But not before she saw it

The alar her mother had said was true

Rashid stared at Laylah, feeling his heart had burst