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“Does it still hurt?” His fingers traveled up and down to the rhyth the direction of the electric current lancing through her back and forth until she almost collapsed She could only shake her head Shake, period

“Tell ain” His pal farthan lust Concern, protection What she’d never felt from anyone but her father and Bill And to feel it froain, heard a satisfied rumble deep in his chest before he ended his torture, pulled the zipper up Then he claain, turned her to hier

And she couldn’t move Couldn’t breathe Had to be totally still, to watch him do it, take the first taste of her

But he didn’t do it His lips descended only to whisper against her burning cheek, “Ya ajah ra’ayta’ha, the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, dance with me”

Dance? Dance? That was all he wanted?

But she wanted ined she could feel anything like this Hunger that rocked her, frightened her, s fros she’d hated fro her into a loose euid steps of a waltz Maddening her with enough contact to inflah to blunt the talons of need that sank deeper into her flesh with everyinto steps learned during her days as her father’s favorite dance partner Then the rest of her body followed, as one with the rhythrace and power pulsing in her ar hi it would all end when the dance was over She was taking all she could…now

At one point, Shehab groaned against her te of your name This would be how a hooreyah, one of the inhabitants of heaven who brings total joy, would feel in th “But, no If those creatures do exist, they’d be nothing to you With you, it’s like dancing with bliss, with passion hter flowed from her, unfettered, delirious She didn’t believe any of those things applied to her, but it seemed he believed they did Why not, when she believed the saic And she wouldn’t think hohy She’d justin it

Somewhere in her hazy mind she realized the music had ended, another piece had started and they were no longer dancing He was leading her down the widehi She felt like so toward the firsttrees, pressed her against a sue aze were supernatural in beauty, in impact She felt penetrated, the notion of spontaneous coer such an iht she’d crumble to his feet in ashes she cried out, “Shehab…”

He sed his narowled hers inside her “Farah…”

And it was like opening a floodgate She’d thought nothing could be better than his feel and scent His taste was She wanted to drown in it She was drowning In kisses that gave her glimpses of the ferocity she needed fro all over her, never pausing long enough to appease, until she writhed against hiing for, “Shehab…please…”

His lips cla deep, singeing her with pleasure, breaching her with need, draining her ofwhat to do to pleasure hi Pressure built, in her eyes, chest, loins Her hands convulsed on his arown and purse strap fro her swollen breasts free

She keened With relief, with the spike in arousal He had her exposed, vulnerable Maddened “Please…”

Her hands pressed her breasts together to ushed, needing anything…anything he would do to her His fingers and tongue and teeth exploiting her every secret, his body all over hers, hisher to oblivion…