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Her nod was frantic “Yes, yes I’ alive feels like”

He fell to his haunches under the i, “Maboodati …”

He bunched her nightdress in his fists, looked up at his goddess, peach-flushed, eyes al to his heart, ta with its rhyth forhihtdress up, exposing her an inch at a ti her velvet fir just where to skier and torment, where to draw harder and devour Her asps

The pressure in his loins was reaching unbearable levels until he feared the first tiuorous seduction he’d hoped it would be The accumulation of need had reached critical levels and it would be like a da the moment he thrust inside her

No He couldn’t let her first inti less than perfect bliss He had to show her what she meant to him Show her he craved her pleasure far more than he craved his own, that his pleasure stemmed froive, what he’d endure to give her the best, give her everything Always

Her nightdress was now past her midriff, past her ability to stand the sensual torhtdress with him, over her breasts, over her head

He stood back, took his first gulp of her, exposed but for the lacy ht her here, and alain

He’d seen parts of her as he’d treated her, but he’d been out of his eon side in full control Now he saw her as a woman, not a patient And there she was Beyond his fantasies Ripe, strong, tailored to his every last fastidious taste and beyond His wo with the force of her need, weeping with it

Her ared as left of his reason

He yanked her to hi Pouring litanies of worship into her lips, all over her face, he kneaded, weighed one breast, seeking one erect, deep peach nipple, pinching and rolling it before hefemininity and need in hispart of his life’s ain, shuddered His hands glided over her abdo over her trim mound, stilled in awe This was his ho him have it, own it He squeezed his eyes, her flesh

Just as she screaers between the velvet slickness of her exquisite folds, spreading the drunk with the scent of her arousal, the evidence of her love and dependence She was ready for hi to kno , for hiht And she lurched, as if he’d hurt her

So not so ready for him But ready for pleasure And how he’d pleasure her

He stroked her, spread honey froers made way for his thued, her trigger The moment he touched it, he felt as if he’d touched the core of the sun, her cries of love, of his naled and she bucked in his arms

He roared with pride, swept her off her feet, deposited her with all the cherishing and gentleness pouring out of his being for her onto the bed, crashed to his knees in front of her, spreading her shaking legs, bringing the their every inch Tension invaded her body again, until she was thrashing again

“Malek, please … I n-need you …”