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“Please, what?”
Her eyes flashed open. She sensed he was about to retreat, and she clutched at his hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Tell me, do you want me to stop?”
“Like hell.”
“Or is this better?” He continued now, giving her what she craved. “Is this the spot, my sweet Amira? Is this what you’re begging me to do?”
“Make me come, Zane. Touch me.”
With a few deft strokes, he sent her hurtling over the edge. She writhed beneath his expert touch, hips jerking as her orgasm pounded through her. She peaked and shattered over and over until she lay spent, sprawled across his lap. She was floating, drifting, at peace. Zane gathered her close, placing a kiss on her nose.
“That was all mypleasure.”
Amira laughed, body limp.
“That sound suits you.”
“What?”
“Joy. Your laugh, it’s like someone turned on a light. It fills the room.”
She hugged the compliment to her chest.
“Just like pleasure. That suits you, too. A woman who looks the way you do, who dances like you, is one who was meant for hours of this.” Zane picked up a raspberry. Biting one half he guided the other to her mouth, watching as she bit into it. Each time he fed her, her desire grew. As did his, the hard length rising beneath her bottom.
She reached over to the table, picking up the pot of melted chocolate. Dipping her index finger in the dark liquid, she watched as he sucked it clean. Taking the small glass container from her hand, Zane tilted it until the warm chocolate hit her nipple. He traced the path with his tongue, grazing his teeth along the heavy curve of her breast in quick bites. He licked her breast until she shuddered.
“Time to move to somewhere with a little more room. If you’re still keen?”
Amira stood, stretching out her hand. “Lead the way.”
He guided her to his bedroom, placing small, sweet kisses up her neck, whispering in that deep, drugging voice, of all the ways he would touch her. Take her. It was as if he had been in her dreams. He had picked every fantasy and fed it back to her with greater clarity, depth, emotion.
Creams and greys blurred around her, but all she could see was him. A large bed lay in the center of the room, dark blue and white. Everything in the room was masculine, classy. A reflection of the man before her.
Zane touched and tasted, driving her wild, until they landed on the covers.
He stood back, shedding the rest of his clothes but stilled her hand when she tried to do the same.
He wrapped his fingers under the sheer elastic at the top of her thighs, drawing back the stockings down her past her knees, then off her feet. First one leg, then the other, he feasted like a man starved.
Her pulse kicked.
He took his sweet time, grinning at her response. “Your reaction to me is intoxicating. Every moan makes me want to fuck you. To come inside you. To drive you insane.”
“Then do it, Zane. Fuck me.”
His eyes narrowed. “Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
He pulled her to the edge of the bed. She was naked and spread out on the covers, eager for his touch.
The first lick sent her hips flying. It was an ecstasy that far exceeded her expectations. He gripped her hips, tongue rubbing her clit. Zane alternated between slow swirls and fast strokes, until his tongue burrowed inside her. The pressure, the resistance, set her heart racing.
“Relax, Amira. Let me drive you wild.”
