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Her heart pulsed harder. So much pain, so much suffering. She absorbed the evidence of the hard life he had led, all the damage he had endured.
His erection stood out, long and thick, the swollen head shiny with his need.
She glided her fingernail over the tip and he groaned as the strident flesh leapt towards her touch.
Excited, exhilarated, she swallowed past the dryness in her throat, suddenly desperate for the taste of him, desperate to show him she could appreciate everything he was—the man as much as the boy.
She sunk to her knees in an act of reverence and supplication. But as she looked up and saw him staring down at her—the flare of passion in his gaze as surprised as it was intent—her own power surged.
‘Kaliah,’ he moaned. ‘You undo me.’
Taking him in her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the thick girth then licked him from root to tip.
He groaned, the sound so low, guttural and tortured it felt as if it had been dragged from the depths of his soul. The salty taste of him thrilled her, and the power became intoxicating as she kissed and caressed the erection with her tongue, her teeth, her lips—finding how to make him moan, how to make him ache, the way he had once done to her.
At last, she opened her lips as wide as she could and sucked him into her mouth. He grasped her head, his whole body trembling with need now, his hips moving as he stroked his length into her mouth.
She lapped up every sweet sensation, every shuddering grunt. But suddenly his fingers dug into her hair to drag her back.
‘No more, or I will lose myself...’ He groaned.
Taking her arms, he yanked her back to her feet, then plundered her mouth again.
Could he taste himself on her? The thought was so erotic, the swell of power became all but unbearable.
They fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs, a battle to hold, to taste, to touch every inch of flesh.
He kissed her breasts, stroked her sex, as she continued to caress him wherever she could reach.
He reared back, then flipped her onto her belly to drag up her hips and position her on all fours. She jolted as the huge head of his erection nudged at her entrance from behind.
‘You are so wet for me, Kaliah,’ he said, the pride like a benediction. He dragged the erection through her swollen folds, rubbing, teasing. She quivered, bracing for the devastating thrust, but it didn’t come. She bucked as his erection nudged her swollen clitoris—the touch almost enough to send her over. But then he withdrew.
‘Tell me you want all of me,’ he demanded. And somehow she knew he spoke of that battered boy as well as the indomitable man.
‘Yes... Yes, I do...’ She groaned, so desperate now she couldn’t breathe.
At last he pressed within, the all-consuming thrust forcing her forward, but he held her firmly as he anchored himself to the hilt.
She could feel him everywhere. Her body clamped down on the thick intrusion. She felt impaled, possessed, conquered. Her chest heaved, the power still there but somehow rawer, more carnal, more basic.
Then he began to move, rolling his hips, drawing out of her, pressing back, forcing her to take every vital inch. His chest pressed against her back, his hands cupping her breasts to hold her steady for the ruthless, relentless thrusts.
She sobbed and begged...for him to go faster, harder, to take her all the way. But he kept the same steady pace, each slow, devastating thrust taking her further to that edge, but building her higher, until she was sure she couldn’t take any more.
‘Please... I can’t bear it!’ she cried, the pleasure so intense now it robbed her of breath, of power, until all that remained was the throbbing bundle of fraying nerves, the endless yearning.
‘Yes, you can, you must,’ he commanded, his voice as wild as her own.
She reached down to touch herself, to end the torment, but he grasped her wrist, preventing her. Then he touched her there, where she needed him the most, sweeping over the yearning point with brutal accuracy.
The coil inside her cinched tight and then released in a rush. The pleasure soared and shattered—so sharp, so hot—burning up from her core and sweeping through her body like a comet.
She massaged the thick erection as the searing orgasm pulsed through every nerve-ending, every pulse point, exploding into a conflagration so bright, so bold, she felt the touch of it in every recess of her heart, her soul.
He pumped into her, his shout matching her cries as his seed flooded her womb. And she let herself fall.
Kamal groaned and rolled off the woman beneath him. The chemistry was still incendiary between them—maybe too incendiary.
