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“Shut up,habibi.”
He closed his eyes and that was a bigger mistake because with him deprived of that sense, now all of his being was focused on her palming his erection. He grunted his assent, giving himself over to her curious fingers.
She wasn’t urgent or greedy or fast now, but devastatingly thorough. The smack of her lips had him watching her again.
Pushing her hair away from her face in a gesture that was sensuality and innocence combined, she gave her full attention to the task of undoing him. The tip of her pink tongue stuck out between her teeth as she unzipped his trousers and then her fingers were sneaking under his boxers to fist his shaft with a soft, hungry growl that pinged along his length.
Breath hissed out of him in a guttural whisper, his hips automatically pumping into her hand like a schoolboy being touched for the first time. Her own mouth fell open on a soft gasp, calling his attention back to her.
Eyes drunk with passion, tongue licking her lips, she watched him with an artless abandon that was as arousing as her slow, tentative strokes.
“You haven’t done this much, have you?” he said, trying his damnedest to put brakes on a situation that had long been out of his control. From the moment he had seen her again at the nightclub, in fact. Wasn’t that why he’d fought begging her for help?
Something almost like anger flashed in those gorgeous brown eyes. “Stop trying to pin me down, looking for reasons to stop,” she whispered in a voice that was so husky that he felt a surge of all his possessive instincts.
Hair a mess around her face, the silky corset falling apart again to reveal small, high breasts with plump tips, and acres of smooth, golden-brown flesh...she looked like his darkest fantasy come true. He wanted no other man to hear her like this, or see her like this—messy and unraveled, and so tempting that his mouth was dry. He wanted no other man to know her like this.
A filthy curse exploded out of him when she rubbed her thumb over his sensitive tip, gathered up a droplet of liquid and brought it to her mouth. She rubbed it over her lower lip, all the while holding his gaze in a challenge that undid him.
The last of his honor evaporated. Or maybe he’d had enough of his own lies and half-truths. She was right. He’d started this, and as always, she’d risen to the challenge of his dare, proving that she was magnificent in a way he’d never previously understood.
Because now he could see the invisible scars life had left on her and how she still walked through it full of heart. A heart that was unwillingly beginning to fascinate him as much as her body did.
Holding his gaze, she licked that lower lip, even as she cupped her own breast with her free hand. In between her fingers, the dark pink nipple peaked, beckoning for his mouth.
Hands on her hips, he lifted her and reversed their positions until he was sitting back against the chaise and she was straddling him, his erection pressed up against her slick, hot sex.
Instantly, her spine moved in a sensuous ripple, mocking all the constraints he’d use to bind her. Head thrown back, the cut-open remnants of her dress baring her to her navel, she was the wildest thing Nasir had ever seen.
Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the back of her neck, he stroked his tongue into her mouth, even as he filled his other hand with her small yet perfectly lush breasts. She moved again until the width of his shaft notched against her core. Sensation skewered his spine and his body threatened to give out. He laved at her swollen lower lip, ran his palms all over her smooth back, the tight dip of her waist, reveling in the soft, raspy growls that seemed to escape her mouth every time he let her move a little. He touched her everywhere and it only inflamed his desire further. The more he had of her, the more he wanted.
“I have no condoms. But I swear to you I’m clean,” he whispered against her throat.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, whimpering as he bit down on the madly fluttering pulse. “Please, Nasir. No more teasing. I need you inside me. Now.”
The sheer naked need in those words was the last thing to shatter his control. Taking his shaft in his hand, holding her still with one hand on her hip, he thrust into her inviting warmth in one long stroke.
His grunt sounded euphoric to his own ears. The tight clasp of her sex made lights explode behind his eyes in a kaleidoscope of sensations.
Sweat beading over his forehead, heart pounding loudly in his ears, he reveled in the tight sheath of her body. Without even moving, he was already close. He held back, determined to wring another climax out of her. He’d leave her so boneless with pleasure that she never thought of doing this with another man.
He was so far gone, so deep inside his own head, his senses so deeply entrenched in pleasure, that it took him several grasping breaths to realize that Yana had gone awfully still.
He opened his eyes to find her looking a little shocked, one lone tear streaking down her angular cheek. He closed his eyes and cursed himself for eternity. Even then, comprehension escaped him. In his hurry to relieve her pain, he took hold of her hips and jostled her slightly, and then heard her soft gasp.
Finally, the truth dawned on him, and with it came indescribable anger.
Of course, even in this, she would make a villain out of him. He’d hurt her, unknowingly, and he needn’t have. “You and your childish games,” he bit out, a gravelly bitterness coating his words. “How clever you must think you are,habibi. Is this some kind of revenge, then? Are you winning yet, Yana?”
When she reared back to look into his face, there was pain and want and a host of things he couldn’t read. She nuzzled her face into his neck, dampness seeping from her skin to his. And then she licked at the hollow of his throat and clutched him harder with her arms and below with her sex and that, too, was a pleasurable torment.
All of her was a weapon and she wielded it with such innocence.
But buried deep inside her as he was, even his anger was only an irritating hum and a tight knot in his chest that he could easily ignore beneath the unparalleled sensation streaking through him as she adjusted herself. She moved as if she meant him to burrow deep inside her and never come out.
When he clutched her hips again, this time to gently pull her off him, she seemed to come back to herself. A half-growl, half-groan fell from her lips, and she was truly the wildest thing he had ever seen then.
“No, you’re not going to leave me like this. Not again. Not anymore.” One hand sinking into his hair, she tugged imperiously, as if she meant to own him. “Finish this.” Without waiting for his response, she took his hands and brought them to her breasts.
