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He held out a warning finger “Don’t touch eration, what I just said”
The one thing thathe wasn’t undressing He was just reer and sword, histhe evidence of one for everything to the end of the bed, he kneeled beside her, let his hands hover over her, like that night,in pantomime all he’d do to her, all the liberties he’d take Then he bent over her, his lips torht pattern of their own
And he told her “I couldn’t touch you for real, couldn’t kiss you ere alone I had to rerips with the violence offor you But I can’t I never lose control Unless it’s you”
This was everything she could drea the depth of his desire
Disregarding his warning, she lunged for hi of his pantaloons, the thousand buttons keeping his flesh away frorowls detailed his enjoyrabbed her, flipped her on her stomach Then he straddled her hips She raised her head, es in thehers in the reflection Instead of i in the coolness of glass sent her blood seething in her veins
She cried out, arched her hips up, seeking more contact with him He pushed her down, one hand flat on her back, his hardness digging into her buttocks, before hesideways to theher eyes captive, grinding into her,for hi barriers Then he reared up, slowly unclipped the veil from her hair
“I never liked red hair But this…” He threaded his hands into it, raised the locks, let them fall “This texture, this wave, this hue, that it’s on top of this head…” His fingers dug into her scalp,beneath him He suddenly bunched her locks, pulled on them as if they were reins
She arched back, lips opening on the sharpness of stiave her a hand to kiss, to bite into, before he pushed her down again
“Do you knohat seeing you in that outfit did to an to unzip her corset top Then he stopped She saw his face seize in the et the reality, saw his raptness focused on the henna patterns on her back, felt his renewed ruh her And he hadn’t even seen their extent yet Next ers traced the spots where the patterns e
She was elated now that he had She should be alar of such destructive potential, but she wasn’t He’d never lose control Not that way Not her Farooq But he was losing his distance, his separateness to her power over hiht of his nas she wanted froging her top down to her waist, spilling her breasts into the pal the beneath hi the crush of his chest He grasped both her hands in one of his, the other holding his top at the neck and shredding down He tore off his abaya, pushed his tattered top wider, exposing the nificent sculpture of his torso She keened as her salivary glands stung She needed her lips and tongue on his flesh, her teeth in it
“There are more places I want my name on” He slid down her body, the silk of his body hair brushing her every inch into a distress of arousal “Here” He gently bit each nipple in turn, had her crying out, before settling into a ruthless rhyth fro hirant her
He caught her clawing hands, slammed thea up and her thong down to her feet “And here…” He let go of her hands, held her feet apart, alternated kisses between theht, the sensations beforetheh “And here…” Her body contorted under his onslaught
Suddenly he hissed like a geyser about to blow, his hands digging in her buttocks He’d seen the henna patterns there
On an explosive expletive, he knocked her legs ith his shoulders, lunged between thes closed “You, please, I want you, you, inside me, now please now…”
He looked up at her, eyes like twin infernos, sable hair cascaded over his leonine forehead Then with hisevery fuse along the way until he lodged his hardness at her entrance through his clothes, had her whi, “Yes, yes, please, yes”
In answer he only knocked her clas from around his hips, came over her, straddled her h to show her his shaft
A clench of intith, at his beauty and sleekness She craved his invasion, not only for the ecstasy it forced from her flesh, but because when he occupied her, she was intimate with his power and maleness, the potency of his desire, with his essence With hi her pleasure without union noasn’t a reward but a punish what her hands, i himself inches from her lips
“Is this what you wantfro to her ear as she writhed beneath hiet theas to o?”
She renewed her efforts to escape the prison of his body, have hi with futility “True…it’s true, please, please…”
He tightened his waistband again, widened his thighs, let her pull her arms out only to clamp her hands, raised them for her to look at “You think you can wear my name like this…” He dismounted her, twisted her toward thebetween the cheeks of her hennaed buttocks “And this, and go unpunished, Caret what you crave most”