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I feel like I’m on fire, my body burning for him in a way that leaves me slightly confused. Shouldn’t I be nervous? Shy? I don’t fucking know, all I know is I need more, and it has to involve him. Right. Now.
Staring up at the man before me as he kicks off his combat boots, strips off his fitted t-shirt, and slips out of his combat pants, my mouth dries, my body aching beyond words.
This is happening. This is really fucking happening.
Running my tongue over my bottom lip as my eyes feast on his body, Malik smirks down at me, a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he leaves his boxers in place and slowly crawls up the bed to me.
Before he can get too close, I’m sitting up and dragging my blazer down my arms as quickly as possible. Eager to be rid of the clothes that now stand between us as fast as I can, but as I reach for the hem of my top he grips my wrist, halting me in place.
“Mona, I wanted to give you a show, but I’m not patient enough to have one of my own,” he states, making me frown. “Tell me you want this.”
I blink up at him, once, twice. “Of course I want this. It's all I want.”
My heart gallops in my chest as he tenses his jaw. Not in anger, but from the need that coils between us. My next breath is stolen from me as he snaps his fingers again and a chill runs over my skin.
My exposed skin.
From head to toe there is nothing covering me, not even the pretty white lace set Alexi had left out for me earlier. No wonder he reconfirmed that I wanted this. He knew exactly what his next move was going to be.
I watch with raw intrigue as his eyes graze over my skin; from my pretty pink toenails, over my thighs, my stomach, my breasts, to what feels like an eternity later… my face.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Harmonia.”
I can’t speak in response, my throat is dry and my breaths raspy. There’s no way words could slip past my lips right now.
Goosebumps rise all over my body under his gaze and he leans forward, dragging his fingertips over my stomach, circling my belly button as he watches even more bubble against my skin.
“There’s no coming back from this, Mona,” he rasps, moving to hover above me, his face aligning with mine as I nod in response. “I won’t be able to survive if you don’t—”
It’s my turn to cut his words off with my lips. Lifting up onto my elbows propped on either side of me, I crush my mouth to his. My legs blindly search for his, my thighs desperate to wrap around his waist.
“I love you, Harmonia, I’ve always fucking loved you.” The softly spoken, vulnerable words leave his lips as they continue to brush against mine, and somehow they have a way of escalating everything.
My body is moving of its own accord, forcing him down to me so I can feel every inch of him against me. I gasp at the feel of his long length pressed against my thigh, my stomach clenching with desire as we offer each other what can only be described as a bruising kiss.
I’m desperate to explore, feel every inch of him against my fingertips, but the second my palms touch his chest, he wraps his hand around both of my wrists and pins them above my head.
Holy fuck.
Panting for breath, I don’t have it in me to rebel or push back, not when it only seems to heighten the desire that’s traveling through my body. Using his other hand, he doesn’t make me beg or plead for his touch. Instead, he waits until my eyes are locked on his before he slowly trails his fingertips down my throat, across my collarbone, and down between the valley of my breasts.
My nipples peak at his proximity, and I moan with need when he circles them one by one before continuing his downward track, teasing me with every fucking second that passes. I still as his fingers reach the apex of my thighs, anticipation bubbling beneath the surface as he delicately swipes his finger over my tight clit. I attempt to clench my thighs together but Malik just scoffs as he trails down to my entrance, eyes still locked on mine as he slowly pushes one finger inside of me.
I watch, eyes wide as his roll to the back of his head. Mine threaten to do the same, but I’m desperate to catch his facial expressions.
“Fuck, Mona. You’re so tight,” he groans, swirling his finger inside of me as my body comes alive with raw need. My hands tighten around the sheets beneath me, my body trembling with every swipe of his finger before he adds a second, stretching my core as a long, deep moan falls from my mouth. “You were made for me.” His eyes burn into mine as he fixes his gaze on me.
“I was made for all of you, and that’s exactly why I’ve waited all of this time to feel this,” I manage to gasp out in response, sweat beading at my temple as I look down the length of my body to watch his actions, but he stills.
“What does that mean?”
It takes me a second to meet his gaze, my eyes staring at his hand frozen in place, willing it with all my might to continue. When I finally look up at him, his jaw is hanging slightly loose and his head is tilted to the side.
“It means exactly what you think it means,” I reply, but when his eyes crinkle in a mixture of confusion and surprise, I know the others haven’t caught him up to speed. I’m not shy or embarrassed by it, so I cut the confusion from the air and tell him. “I’m a virgin, Malik. Or, I’m going to be for maybe five more minutes, but then you’re going to put me out of my misery.”
I expect a smirk at my sassiness, a scoff at minimum, but that’s not what I get at all. He blinks at me, locked on the words that just left my mouth as his fingers slowly move inside of me once more.
My chest heaves with every drop of added pressure from his fingertips, my body dripping with need at even the smallest touch, even as he remains in place, gaping at me.
