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He moved on top of her but didn’t join their bodies. A lock of hair fell over his damp forehead. His cheeks were ruddy with color. His eyes glittered. For once, the granite jaw was softened with a smile.

“I’ve missed you, India.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I forgot how exquisite you are, how beautiful. I’m going to watch you come. What do you say to that?” His gorgeous mouth tilted in a sensual twist of masculine lips.

In this situation, she would have preferred they come together. Now that Farris’s immediate need was satisfied, he was capable of destroying her and witnessing every emotion on her face. “I’d rather you not.”

He blinked. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” she said baldly. “We haven’t been together in a long time. It will make me self-conscious.”

“We were together last night.”

“You know what I mean. I’m talking about our life before. Last night we were both desperate to scratch an itch. But you’ve already come once tonight, and now you’re concentrating on me. It’s too intense.”

“Relax, India. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you are. I only have one smallish request.”

His thumb still moved lazily against the center of her sex, where every nerve was poised to explode.

“Request?” The word came out choked.

“I want you to keep your eyes open the entire time. I want you to look at me when I make you come. I want to see every expression on your face.”

She was so close to climax she wanted to curse at him. Her hips shifted restlessly. “Fine,” she said.

Farris smiled, a sweet, totally un-Farris-like smile. “Thank you. Now spread your legs for me. As wide as you can.”

His request sent another jolt of heat through her middle to stoke the slow burn. She caught her breath but obeyed. The simple act of sliding her feet across the soft sheet made her blush.

“Good girl.” Farris took his time looking her over.

Her nipples were so hard and tight they ached. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her jerky breathing.

He put both hands on her thighs, massaging the tender flesh on the inside with a firm touch. Next, he slid his hands higher, high enough for him to part her labia with his thumbs. “Your sex is stunning, India. Rosy and hot and so incredibly appealing.”

When he bent to brush his tongue across her folds, she cried out.

Farris pulled back. “You don’t like that?”

She called him a name that made him laugh. He used his thumbs again. She felt open, so open. As if her body was one yearning, empty vessel inviting him to seize and plunder. Need clawed and built inside her.

“Do you want to come, my sweet?” His gaze was devilish.

“You know I do.” He had a single fingertip where she needed it most. If he pressed down just a millimeter more, she could...

Before she could divine his intent, he stroked her twice with devastating effect. Her orgasm crashed through her, riding a wave that was the cusp of pain and pleasure. In the end, she screamed his name after all, unable to bear the incredible physical release. Before she had finished the final slide, Farris entered her again.

He filled her, worshipped her, whispered words of praise and carnal threat.

India trembled, feeling the want build once more.

Farris was gentler this time, but no less focused. He thrust hard and then easy, coaxing her to join him on this next ride, setting up a seductive ebb and flow she couldn’t resist.

She didn’t think it was possible, but soon, her body responded to his. He rolled to his back, putting her on top. Now he played with her breasts.

His chest heaved, his breathing no steadier than hers.

The gleam in his eyes was a challenge. India found her rhythm, taking charge of the dance. She leaned forward to rest her palms on his shoulders.

Farris groaned out her name. “You haven’t lost your touch, Inkie.”

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