was all fire and attitude but this...this hurting, vulnerable Zohra, this he couldn’t handle. He couldn’t bear to be near because he couldn’t not touch, not comfort. And the comfort he wanted to offer took only one form.
It shook him from within, this need to taste her mouth, to crush her against him.
He backed up against the wall just as she turned toward him, testing his will to the last frayed edge. Before he could blink, she was standing close, too close. He could see himself in her eyes, could see the blue shadows under them and worst of all, he could see the ache in her eyes. Her hands found purchase in his. Her body tilted forward and he was incapable of moving away.
He swallowed, assaulted by an avalanche of sensations and desires. The scent of her bound him to her effortlessly, the whisper of her body’s heat sparking an inferno in his. He closed his eyes, willing himself to do the right thing.
She rose up on tiptoes, curled her hands on his chest and kissed him on his cheek.
The touch of her soft lips, the accompanying murmur of thank you , the brush of her body against his, and he became unraveled. It was a moment he wouldn’t forget in ten lifetimes; a sensation that seeped into his very cells.
The hunger he had been denying himself roared into life with a vengeance. He gripped her nape with his fingers, dragged her against his body and found her mouth with his.
Sparks of pleasure ignited inside him.
Her mouth was so soft, her shocked gasp lost in the friction between their lips. He licked her lower lip and it went straight to his groin. His blood roared in his ears.
He deepened the kiss, forcing her to open up to him and she did. Her surprise lasted maybe two seconds and then she was kissing him back with the same frayed edge of need.
She tasted like everything he had imagined, like sunshine and light, like an oasis in the desert. He worshipped her mouth with his own, his hunger for more burning through him like a wildfire. The graze of her breasts against his chest shredded the last edge of his control.
Grasping her by the waist, he tugged her up until not even a whisper of air could come between their bodies, until every inch of him was trembling, feverish with the need to possess, to consume, to...
He filed away every little sound she made, filed away the feel of her body trembling with pleasure, filed the erotic hunger that swept through him as he stroked her tongue. This taste of her, this feel of her, it had to be enough to root his sanity in ten days.
Zohra felt dizzy with the powerful sensations flooding through her. It was a scorching heat that threatened to turn her inside out, an aching need that began pulsing between her legs.
The taste of Ayaan exploded in her mouth, her whole world reduced to him.
The ground felt like it had been stolen from under her. Her hands laced together around his neck, and she realized she was off the ground.
The assault of his mouth was relentless, stealing her breath and infusing it with his own. Pleasure and pain fused together, rippled out of her in a guttural sound as he tugged her lower lip with his teeth.
His hands around her waist loosened, moved up and down over her back. A string of Arabic fell from his mouth and she realized he wanted to soothe her.
Except she didn’t want to be soothed. She wanted to be ravaged, she wanted to forget her own mind, she wanted to...she burned with escalating need everywhere he touched her.
In return, she sank her fingers into his hair, and pressed herself closer, angling her mouth, giving him everything he wanted and more.
One hand at her back pressed her hard against him, one at her nape so that she didn’t move, every hard muscle, every ridge and hollow of his body imprinted itself over her, branding her. The hard ridge of his erection rubbed against her belly and a lick of sinful heat bloomed low within her.
His groan surrounded them when she moved restlessly.
His lips learned every inch of her,
It shook him from within, this need to taste her mouth, to crush her against him.
He backed up against the wall just as she turned toward him, testing his will to the last frayed edge. Before he could blink, she was standing close, too close. He could see himself in her eyes, could see the blue shadows under them and worst of all, he could see the ache in her eyes. Her hands found purchase in his. Her body tilted forward and he was incapable of moving away.
He swallowed, assaulted by an avalanche of sensations and desires. The scent of her bound him to her effortlessly, the whisper of her body’s heat sparking an inferno in his. He closed his eyes, willing himself to do the right thing.
She rose up on tiptoes, curled her hands on his chest and kissed him on his cheek.
The touch of her soft lips, the accompanying murmur of thank you , the brush of her body against his, and he became unraveled. It was a moment he wouldn’t forget in ten lifetimes; a sensation that seeped into his very cells.
The hunger he had been denying himself roared into life with a vengeance. He gripped her nape with his fingers, dragged her against his body and found her mouth with his.
Sparks of pleasure ignited inside him.
Her mouth was so soft, her shocked gasp lost in the friction between their lips. He licked her lower lip and it went straight to his groin. His blood roared in his ears.
He deepened the kiss, forcing her to open up to him and she did. Her surprise lasted maybe two seconds and then she was kissing him back with the same frayed edge of need.
She tasted like everything he had imagined, like sunshine and light, like an oasis in the desert. He worshipped her mouth with his own, his hunger for more burning through him like a wildfire. The graze of her breasts against his chest shredded the last edge of his control.
Grasping her by the waist, he tugged her up until not even a whisper of air could come between their bodies, until every inch of him was trembling, feverish with the need to possess, to consume, to...
He filed away every little sound she made, filed away the feel of her body trembling with pleasure, filed the erotic hunger that swept through him as he stroked her tongue. This taste of her, this feel of her, it had to be enough to root his sanity in ten days.
Zohra felt dizzy with the powerful sensations flooding through her. It was a scorching heat that threatened to turn her inside out, an aching need that began pulsing between her legs.
The taste of Ayaan exploded in her mouth, her whole world reduced to him.
The ground felt like it had been stolen from under her. Her hands laced together around his neck, and she realized she was off the ground.
The assault of his mouth was relentless, stealing her breath and infusing it with his own. Pleasure and pain fused together, rippled out of her in a guttural sound as he tugged her lower lip with his teeth.
His hands around her waist loosened, moved up and down over her back. A string of Arabic fell from his mouth and she realized he wanted to soothe her.
Except she didn’t want to be soothed. She wanted to be ravaged, she wanted to forget her own mind, she wanted to...she burned with escalating need everywhere he touched her.
In return, she sank her fingers into his hair, and pressed herself closer, angling her mouth, giving him everything he wanted and more.
One hand at her back pressed her hard against him, one at her nape so that she didn’t move, every hard muscle, every ridge and hollow of his body imprinted itself over her, branding her. The hard ridge of his erection rubbed against her belly and a lick of sinful heat bloomed low within her.
His groan surrounded them when she moved restlessly.
His lips learned every inch of her,
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