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Nikhat could feel the intensity of Azeez’s gaze on every cell, every inch of her. She moved her hands instantly to cover her sex, shocked by her own audacity. Imagining him coming here, imagining his gaze on her…the fantasy had been easy.
But the reality of his heated glance stroking over her nudity, of the trembles sparking across her skin, the need knotting her nipples, her sex aching and wet even before he touched her, completely another.
He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her abdomen, and she writhed under his masterful touch, needing more, too awash in new sensations to even speak. “You thought this would be simple, didn’t you, habeebi?” He licked a wet trail around her navel, and every muscle in her body turned liquid.
She nodded, the ease with which he read her thoughts not at all surprising her.
He pushed her wrists out of his way. One hand moved between the valley of her breasts, locking her against the bed, while the other moved over her knees, her thighs, his breath whispering right between her legs. He flicked her knees open with the slightest touch and her thighs fell apart, her breath hitching in and out.
Her spine locked, the soft nuzzle of his nose against her thighs making it hard to pull breath into her lungs.
She was a practical woman, even with her traditional, conservative background, she hadn’t been shy or prudish when she had looked at a man’s naked body the first time.
But now, knowing that the most intimate part of her was open to his hungry eyes, warmth filled her inside out. A heated kiss on her thighs branded her, his jagged exhale against her skin, the pads of his fingers digging hard into her flesh, told tales of his shattering control.
And then his fingers found her core.
She threw her head back on a long moan as every inch of her came alive, a searing combination of need and desperation covering her skin. His fingers brushed against the tight bundle of nerves at her core, his strokes, long, lingering, just this short of what she needed. “Please,” she said, ready to beg if need be. She pressed herself into his touch, but he wouldn’t let her move the way she wanted, with the speed with which she wanted.
Every time he tugged at her nipple with his fingers, she felt an answering quiver shoot down toward her lower belly. But not enough.
Then she felt his breath on her inner thighs, felt his fingers open her to him, felt a lingering stroke of his tongue against her as if she were a feast he intended to devour. Nikhat came in a splintering shaft of light and sensation, every inch of her sex contracting and releasing, pleasure waves coiling through her lower belly.
And he still didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until he wrenched wave after wave of pleasure from her, until every inch of her was quaking from the unbearable intensity of her climax. Sweat dampened her skin, and the tremors slowly abated.
Pushing onto her hips took more energy than she had, but she was determined not to be a passive participant.
With her arms shaking, she clutched him and pressed a swift kiss to his mouth. She undid the strings of his pajamas, pulled them down, and the hard length of his arousal sprang into her hand.
A fresh wave of desire bolted through her. He was like velvet-sheathed steel in her hands, and she wanted that hard weight inside her, possessing her, driving into her, and more than anything, finding his pleasure in her. She ran her hands over his shoulders, his skin stretched tight over his bones, and tugged him. They fell together back on the bed. Her legs parted instantly, cradling the weight of him.
The clamoring ache began in her muscles again.
With a whispered grunt, he pushed himself up and thrust into her welcoming heat.
And Nikhat heard the long drawn-out moan that fell from her own mouth, her eyes drifting shut in exquisite pleasure.
Opening them, she found his gaze boring into hers, his breath a harsh whisper in the silence, his face a stark mask of need and desire. With a hard groan, he took her mouth again, pulled her lower lip with his teeth, ravished her until the soft tug of need became a blazing inferno in her blood again.
Digging her teeth into his shoulder, she tasted his sweat and his skin, filled herself with the scent of him. “Please, Azeez. I want more.”
He entered her again, her breasts dragging against his chest, his hair-roughened legs rasping against her soft ones.
She grabbed his hips to anchor herself and he instantly winced.
“Azeez, I forgot,” she whispered. He touched her forehead to his and took her mouth in a tender kiss. Something glimmered in his gaze and Nikhat was a thousand times glad that she was here with him in this moment.
Pain set his mouth into a tight line. “I cannot move like I want to, Nikhat. After the last two days in the desert, my hip…it’s unbearable to move, to bear my own weight.”