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He'd never felt like this with any other woman. Had never known it would be possible to feel this close to someone.
Grace took a step back and pressed herself against the high balcony window. But his lips didn't part from hers. Not for an instant.
He didn't dare let her go.
Qazim leaned against her, pushing her up against the strong glass panel. For a moment he realized that it was only the glass that stood between them tumbling downwards. And that seemed somehow right, because every one of his senses was soaring wildly. He felt completely disoriented.
But it felt so good to feel Grace against him; to feel her sweet, warm body; to taste her lips; to sense the warmth of her quickening breath.
Grace's legs parted slightly and Qazim shifted, pressing his need hard against her. She responded with another groan of pleasure. He was sure he could feel her heat and it only encouraged him even more.
Qazim slid a hand up the front of her body and cupped one of her breasts, teasing the pebbled nipple through the thin fabric. Grace gasped.
Qazim savored the feel of her tender flesh, the exquisite shape of her. His own senses went wild as he felt her hand drift down to his own hard desire. He felt her press against him, shaping her hand around his arousal.
Any moment now it was going to become impossible to contain himself. He knew that with absolute certainty.
Qazim moved his hand down across Grace's belly. He grasped the fabric of her dress and lifted it with a sharp, insistent movement. Grace dragged in a sudden breath. He was still kissing her as his fingers sought out her core.
Both Grace's hands went to Qazim's shoulders. He felt her pull him closer, drawing him nearer, and he knew she was telling him what he needed to know.
She wanted him.
Still.
Qazim dragged his lips down the the length of her neck, his tongue tracing a line along her exquisite tasting skin.
His fingers teased their way to her core. He eased her apart and found her most sensitive place, circling his fingers slowly for a few tantalizingly long moments.
She moaned over and over. He felt her fingers claw at his shoulders.
Need flamed even hotter in him. She felt moist and ready for him.
Did he dare?
He lifted his head and his gaze met Grace's. Their eyes locked, a deep understanding exchanged without a single word being spoken.
An urgency seized him and he loosened himself. He shifted his hands to her hips and hoisted her up, holding her firmly, the hem of her dress gathered around her waist. The sight of her bare thighs made desire flame in him.
He saw her glance down, taking in the sight of his firmness. Her face flushed, the color reddening her cheeks.
He moved forward, shifting so that he was at her entrance. She gasped impatiently, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, holding onto him.
Then he thrust upwards, entering her, filling her. She breathed out sharply and he felt her tighten around him. This was where he was meant to be. Where he always wanted to be.
They clung onto one another for a long moment, as if hardly believing what they were doing, let alone where they were. The forbidden aspect of it merely added spice to an already intense, arousing moment.
Then he began thrusting into her, deeper and deeper each time. He felt as if he could hardly contain himself. The sensation of her locked around him almost drove him to insanity. But it was a beautiful insanity.
Each thrust sent spasms of ecstasy coursing through every part of his being. He pressed her back against the glass wall, imprisoning her with his hunger, possessing her with his need.
Each time he pushed into her, she groaned, holding onto him. He didn't want her to ever let him go.
She was his and nothing was going to deny him.
She curled one leg around his, pulling him hard against her, grinding herself against him. He knew what she wanted. She was searching for the same relief as him.
Thrust after thrust sent shockwaves of sensation rippling through him. He felt his own ferocity well up, a need a powerful as anything he'd ever known in his life.
