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“Good,” I managed.
His palms slid over my scar, up my ribcage, and wrapped around my breasts. “And this?”
My breaths were shallow, my body tight. “Good.”
His palms massaged my breasts slowly, for a moment, and picked up the pace as his thumbs brushed my nipples. My hips jerked slightly, my ass meeting his thighs as I stumbled backward.
He held me to his chest, his fingers still playing with my nipples. “And this?”
“So good,” I moaned softly.
His erection throbbed against my lower back, and my breathing grew even more rapid at the feel of his desire against me.
“Does it feel good for you?” I asked, panting a bit.
“We’re not worrying about me right now,” he murmured.
“Namir,” I growled back.
“Yes, Love, it feels incredible.” His voice was lower than it had been a moment earlier, and more gravelly too. “You feel like fucking heaven in my hands.”
The words had me rocking back a bit more, my ass still on his thighs and his erection still throbbing against my lower back.
He pinched my nipples softly, and I cried out.
His shadows wrapped around us, holding us in a bubble away from the outside world. One of his hands slid off my breast, down my body, and stroked the sensitive skin between my thighs. I cried out again as his fingers slid between my folds, and he growled against my shoulder, his lips latching on to my skin and sucking lightly.
His fingers found my clit—my most sensitive part—and I rocked against him harder, my cries growing louder and more desperate as he touched me, stroked me, played with me. “And how does that feel?”
I couldn’t gather my thoughts enough to speak, so his fingers paused on my core and breast.
His erection throbbed against my lower back.
“How is it, Diora?” His teeth scraped my shoulder.
Need and fury hit me so hard that I snarled, “It’s fucking incredible, Namir. Keep going, or I’ll—”
A sharp cry tore through me as he resumed his touch.
The pressure that had built inside me shattered, and I went over the edge with a sound that was nearly a scream. Pleasure rolled through my body, tearing my control and need and everything else away. There was just me, Namir, his fingers, and his erection throbbing against my spine.
We dropped to the bed together, both of us panting. His hand was still buried between my thighs, his erection damp against my lower back. He must’ve found his pleasure when I did—without requiring so much as a single touch from my fingers.
Pride swelled in me at that thought—Akari had told me how needy most men were, but Namir hadn’t asked me for a damned thing.
“How did that feel?” I whispered to Namir, my body still wrapped around his hand.
“Better than anything I’ve ever imagined,” he growled softly into my neck, into my hair. “You’ve ruined me, Love.”
I snorted. “What does that mean?”
“It means now that I’ve felt you lose it in my arms, heard the sexy little noises you make when you come, you’ll never be rid of me.” His teeth scraped my neck, and I jerked a bit, wiggling against him as a laugh burst out of me.
His lips curved upward against my throat. “A smile and a laugh in the same day? Stars, I’m a lucky man.”
I rolled my eyes and swatted at his arm. “You’re insufferable.”
“Yet you love to suffer me,” he purred.
