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“Alright,” I agreed. “I’d probably like to thank her anyway for the—”
My breath caught as his fingers spread wide, the simple gesture making my insides weightless.
“What was that?” Razai asked innocently.
“Nothing. Nothing! It’s just… um…” Say something, Gray. Anything. Anything at all.
“So eloquent.” His chest pressed into my back, lips hovering by my ear, sending warm breath down my neck. “You know, you talk in your sleep.”
“I do not!” I totally did, but the only response I could muster right now was denial.
His chuckle was sinful and rich, melting me like chocolate. “You’re very honest too, Gray. Sometimes, it’s just mumbled nonsense. But there was one name you called out the most. Can you guess whose it was?”
“Probably Azra. I miss the way she makes coffee,” I bullshitted desperately.
Razai kissed my neck. And inhaled.
Meanwhile, my brain was busy setting off bombs and fireworks, half because I was fucking thrilled, and half because I was furious that I didn’t want him to stop.
He rasped, “Gods, I love it when you shiver like that. And for the record, it was my name. But I think you already guessed.” His lips parted over my pulse. His hot tongue teased my skin, tasting.
I arched, and his fingers tightened over my waist.
“That’s it, love,” he purred.
When his teeth nipped me, my shoulder dropped down further to give him more access. I wanted this. Wanted him to touch me and give me pleasure. I fucking craved it. “Razai…”
“I know, love. I know. I’ll give you what you want.” His touch traveled down, finger dragging over my waistband. Only when I rolled my hips against him did he dip beneath it.
Again, I didn’t stop him when all signs told me I should definitely want to. Instead, I rolled to my back and parted my knees. His momentary surprise was the opening I needed to cup the back of his neck and claim that teasing smile with my own lips.
The fireworks and explosions went haywire. My head turned to a white-hot mess of need as Razai kissed me like a warrior making love. Everything was strength softened with an awestruck sort of agony. Like he was reaching deeper into my soul with every touch and hungry for every taste.
As we kissed, floating in the mindless buzz of the thrill, he slid his middle fingers up and down my slit. Teasing. Reveling in every one of my gasps. Finally, he slipped his fingers inside me and groaned, “Fucking hell, your body is quite honest too, isn’t it?”
Clutching to him was the only thing I could do. The only thing that could keep me from losing my shit as I circled my hips and pushed myself further onto his fingers. The way he filled me even now, the way he stroked me from the inside… all of it had me quivering and gasping.
I clumsily searched for his button and zipper.
But Razai ordered, “Look at me.”
For the first time, I really did. Those emerald eyes held my very soul and stilled my hands.
He said, “We’ve got all the time in the world. For now, all you need to do is keep those gorgeous legs spread while I take my time making you cum.”
It took a universe of effort to ignore the way my heart pounded faster. “So demanding,” I huffed in a dumb attempt to pretend like I still had any of my cool intact.
Every semblance of my ability to pretend evaporated when Razai sat up, pulled the blankets aside, and kneeled between my knees with a hard, possessive stare. “Don’t tell me you’re complaining.”
“Never said I was,” I replied dumbly.
The new angle let him ease even deeper into me. He held himself there, watching my face. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know? The view is… stunning.” He pushed in a little harder, to the very brink of what I was able to handle.
“You talk way too much,” I panted. I tried to rock into him, only to get a light, stinging slap on my ass.
“You don’t get to move until I say so.” It might as well have been a booming command. His fingers twitched, but not nearly enough.
I wanted to squirm. So badly. Staying still was the only thing that felt impossible. Gods, this was torture.
