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He expected a fight. He thought she would curse. He was certain she would rage.
What he didn’t expect?
or="#000000">“Kiss my ass,” she scoffed. “Why don’t you try putting me on a plane home first? Then we’ll discuss the subject. ” A graceful shoulder shrugged as she stared back at him challengingly.
He had known she wouldn’t come easy. But that was just fine. Because he sure as hell never cared much for easy.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to remove it myself. ”
Paige saw the battle raging within the rich black depths of his gaze. The taut expression of his face was primal, sensual. His lips had a more sexual, erotic curve. He suddenly looked like a sex god ready to seduce and ravish.
A sensual, dark aura seemed to suddenly surround them, washing through her senses and sensitizing her, preparing her for his touch.
She’d never felt anything like this at any time. She’d been dating for years. She’d dated some of the most arrogant, most dominant men in the world, but Abram had always had them all beat.
Her hands tightened on the material of the silk sheet between her breasts. His gaze dropped to her fingers as he gripped the clasped ends at the front of his tunic-like robe and pulled at it, parting it to shrug it easily from his powerful shoulders.
Dark, toughened skin stretched over powerful muscles.
He kicked his boots off as he reached for her, then stood, simply staring down at her for long, heated moments.
She expected seduction. Perhaps a bit of teasing. She should have known better.
She didn’t expect what was coming. Before she realized his intentions he’d jerked her to him, lifting her, his lips coming down on hers with surprising gentleness. The certain, determined lick of his tongue against the seam of her lips surprised her into parting them. A quick indrawn breath, a wealth of pleasure, and he was inside.
His lips slanted over hers, his head tilting as a moan escaped her throat and Paige knew she was on the losing end of determination this time.
But this was Abram. She couldn’t say no to him, she had no idea how to do it.
As his lips and tongue caressed and cajoled, she felt him holding her against him, her feet off the floor as he moved to the huge, silk-covered bed on the other end of the room.
She had to force her eyes open as he laid her back on the bed, his hands catching her wrists as he forced them above her head. Holding her wrists to the mattress, his knee pushed between her thighs, parting them, the soft cotton of his loose trousers caressing the bare skin of her inner legs as he stared down at her with hungr
y demand. His knee pressed upward against her pussy, rubbing and grinding against her clit. ht="0emiv height="0em">
The strong, heavy muscles were heated as she gripped the sides of his leg and arched to him. Each stroke against the swollen bud made her weaker, made her want to sink into the pleasure and never come up for reality.
She felt her heart racing. Blood thundered through her veins, throbbing in her clit as she struggled against the hold he had on her.
His head lowered once again, his lips careful in case her lips were sore. Thankfully, Azir had backhanded the side of her face, not her lips.
He didn’t give her a chance to protest or enough breath to say no, and he made certain she was unable to outright reject him.
Did she want to protest?
Did she want to reject him?
How was she supposed to know? He wouldn’t give her a chance to speak or a chance to think. But he let her feel.
Paige moaned, the sound seeming torn from the depths of her soul as his lips rubbed against hers, possessed hers. Licks and nips and his tongue pumping into her mouth, stroking against her tongue and sparring with it as she strained to get closer and to take control of the sumptuous pleasure.
The pleasure. She’d always wanted the pleasure of his touch, the exquisite ecstasy of his kiss. She swore pure white-hot flames were licking at her sensitive flesh and the delicate tips of her tight, hard nipples.
Her clit was swollen, throbbing. She wanted to rub against the power of his heavy thigh, to ease the agony of need pounding at the bundle of nerves.
His kiss was like a drug. It was addicting. She wanted more and he wasn’t giving it to her.
Paige struggled against the hold on her wrists. Arching closer to the hard hips settling between hers, she cried out into his kiss as the thick, heavy length of his cock pressed into the folds of her pussy.
