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Malik’s head tips slightly, his brow furrowing “Anna”

I shake lare “Don’t Anna et you’re troubled, but you take your shot now or you let et your hands off me and let me walk out the door”

It was around the time I told hied His chin lifted slightly, and his eyes darkened When I told hihtly By the time I made it clear if he didn’t fuck me, I was out of here, I could tell he’d also decided to make a stand as well

This is confires and picks me up bodily from the floor, his hands under my ass as he mutters, “Christ, you’re bossy”

I don’t even get a chance to laugh or exclaiain A fewpast o falling to his bed alle

Gone is the restraint he had been showing Thehis hands everywhere To my face where they hold me in place so he can plunderdown overbreast he hesitantly squeezes Despite my shirt, bra, and leak pads I have in place, I’m so sensitive there I can’t help but moan from the touch

“You okay?” he asks, but I like that he does so without re his hand

“Good,” I asp out

Malik rolls us to our sides, so his hands underneath les for only a few seconds with the clasp of es to pull lide of material over my head and arms

The minute my breasts are bare, I have a moment of self-consciousness when a chill of air hits them I can feel my nipples pucker before Malik’s warain My breasts feel heavy and aching Thank God I had the foresight to pu leaks

Not that he gives s because his hands are once again roaently over my ribs and acrosshand out there and pull me closer into hi I need to be doing a littlemyself

Iit at the heet it over his head I toss it aside but before he can descend on ain, I put both my palms to his chest and hold him back so I can look at him

I have no clue what his body was like before he left for Syria or when he was rescued But it’s utterly beautiful right noith taut skin over cordedand true under les

Leaning forward, I inhale his scent—a woodsy body-wash s a kiss to his breastbone Malik’s hand comes behind my head, and he holds me there

But only briefly before his fingers slip into rip a chunk He pulls my head back, stares down fiercely, and notes, “I think we need the rest of our clothes off”

The corners of my mouth curve upward, and I nod “That we do”

My hands go to the fly of his jeans while his dive down to the button of e to kick off my heels By the time Malik toes his shoes off, I have his zipper all the way down andinside

And oha th covered by satin skin, knowing the type of devastation its beauty could wreak upon uessing—is eight inches I’ht stroke, Malik groans in rapture

“Do that again, Anna,” he orders

I do, but I stroke hi the silk and steelabout ht now, I consider pushing hi ood