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I stroked the sensitive skin again. “Yes?”

He kissed me so hard I forgot I was teasing him.

His hand slid beneath the open shirt and spanned my ribs. His thumb brushed the underside of my breast, not quite touching where I needed him, and I arched into his palm. He made me wait one more breath before he cupped me fully. Heat soaked from his skin into mine. His thumb rolled over my nipple, and the little spark of pleasure shot straight between my legs.

I moaned into his mouth. When he drew back, I caught the back of his neck and pulled him down again. I dragged my nails over his chest and rocked against the hard length trapped between us. His hand tightened on my breast.

Rauf lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I locked my legs around his waist and the shirt fell completely open between us. He bent and took my nipple into his mouth.

Pleasure snapped through me. I grabbed his horn with one hand and his shoulder with the other, holding on while his tongue circled the tight peak. He sucked, deep and hot, then scraped it lightly with his teeth. My hips rocked against him without permission from the rest of me.

His towel gave up and dropped to the floor.

His cock pressed between us, hot against my stomach and so thick that my body squeezed around nothing in startled anticipation. I looked down. I couldn’t help it.

Oh.

That was going to be a problem.

A wonderful, obscene problem.

I wrapped my hand around him and discovered my fingers didn’t meet. Rauf shuddered. His mouth went still against my breast, and when I stroked him once, his eyes closed.

Seeing him lose control because of me sent another gush of wetness between my thighs. I tightened my legs around him and stroked him again. His mouth crashed down on mine as he carried me into the nearest stall.

My back met the wooden divider. His body covered mine. Everywhere I touched there was heated skin, hard muscle, and old scars.

I wanted him closer. I wanted him inside me. I wanted so much I could barely stay in my own skin.

Rauf lowered me onto the broad bench. The wood was still damp and warm beneath my ass. He crowded between my knees, huge enough to block the rest of the room from sight, and kissed his way down my neck. The blunt edge of his teeth scraped over my pulse. His hand slid along my inner thigh, slow enough to make me squirm.

I reached for him, but he caught my wrist and pressed my palm to the center of his chest. His heart slammed against it as hard as mine. Then his other hand moved between my legs.

We both groaned.

I was slick enough that his fingers slid through me with an obscene, wet sound. He stroked up the center of me and found my clit, circling it with the rough pad of his thumb. My thighs opened farther. I pushed into his hand, chasing the pressure.

A growl vibrated through him as one thick finger pressed inside me.

The stretch stole the air from my lungs. He stopped at once, but his thumb kept moving, small, maddening circles that made me soften around the intrusion. I gripped his arm, then rolled my hips and took him deeper.

He curled his finger, and pleasure pulled tight in my belly. I gasped. He did it again, watching my face as if he wanted to memorize exactly what made me break.

When he added a second finger, my head fell back against the divider. The fullness burned for half a second and then turned delicious. He worked them into me slowly, stretching me while his thumb circled. Wetness coated his hand. Every slick push made a helpless little sound climb out of my throat.

I was already too close. I clamped my thighs around his wrist as his fingers drove deep. He kissed me, swallowing my moan while the pressure wound tighter, right on the edge, and then he withdrew.

I made an embarrassingly desperate sound. Rauf’s mouth curved against mine, but before I could curse him, he cupped the back of my head and kissed me again. Softer this time.

I held his face, brushing my thumb along the scar at his jaw, then pulled him between my thighs.

He pulled me to the edge of the bench and spread my knees wide around his hips. His cock rested against me, hard and heavy. The broad head nudged through my slick folds and caught at my entrance.

Rauf went still. Every muscle in his body stood out with the effort of holding himself there. I hooked my heels behind his thighs and drew him forward.

Nothing could have prepared me for the thick stretch of him opening me a little at a time. My breath broke. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and Rauf stopped before he was even halfway inside.

I held him there while my body adjusted, panting against his mouth. The first burn eased. I tightened my legs and pulled him closer.