Without warning he cupped one breast, his hand a warm bold caress as he gently fondled her.
At her gasp, he grazed her neck with a teasing bite, even as his fingers began to toy with her nipple. Her knees turned liquid but he easily held her up.
‘Mine,’ he rasped hotly in her ear.
Her soft cry gave way to a helpless whimper as he mercilessly teased her nipple, stoking relentless fire in her belly she knew wouldn’t be assuaged until he gave her more, more, more. Fully attuned to her need, his other hand cupped her other breast, torturing both peaks with expert tugs.
In that moment, Niesha was convinced she would explode. ‘Oh!’
‘Does my little hellcat like this?’
Her head dropped forwards as flames of hunger singed her whole being. ‘Yes,’ she sobbed helplessly.
He gave a soft laugh as he continued to caress her. Behind her, she heard the rustle of clothes but feared that her senses, already overloaded with new, unbelievable sensations, would send her over the edge if she looked at him.
So, letting her imagination run wild, she conjured up what Zufar looked like. But even that fevered imagining left her breathless. Hungry.
The driving need to experience the reality of him brought her head up. But before she could turn, he was touching her again, his fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her panties and firmly pushing them over her hips. Just like her dress, they pooled around her ankles and he lifted her clear of them. Then he turned her around.
Of course, her imagination had fallen far, far short.
Magnificent.
Bronzed from head to toe, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his sleek, muscled body. He could have been hewn from marble blessed by the gods themselves, he couldn’t have been more perfect. The hard, hairless planes of his chest were woven into a tight six-pack, before arrowing into defined silky hair that framed an impressive manhood that jutted proudly from his body.
Niesha’s jaw dropped. He was beyond impressive. So much so her body flamed with a new, intensely searing hunger as her gaze drifted down his powerful thighs to his feet and back again to that place between his legs that she couldn’t pull her fascinated gaze from.
‘You like what you see, little one?’ he enquired with more than a touch of male arrogance.
Even as the question dropped from his lips, his manhood continued to swell. She watched, her breath completely locked in her lungs. There was no way he could fit inside her.
Accurately deciphering her thoughts, he stepped forwards. ‘You needn’t worry. I’ll take care of you, habibti.’
He gave her no time to dwell on what was coming. Powerful arms swept her off her feet, laid her down on the bed and he levered himself over her. Then, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered himself until his hard chest brushed against her sensitive nipples.
At her wild tremor, one corner of his mouth lifted.
The wildness intensified when he dropped down and sealed another kiss on her lips, while his hands roamed freely, possessively over her body, leaving no part of her skin untouched as he explored her thoroughly.
Niesha had no idea how much time passed before he began kissing his way down her body.
Sensual lips trailed from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts, dropping torrid, open-mouthed kisses on her skin before cupping her breasts and fondling her. Hot murmured words she couldn’t decipher dripped from his lips before he captured one tight peak in this mouth.
A tiny scream tore free from her throat, her back arching off the bed as sensation like she’d never known rippled through her body. He rolled his tongue over her nipple, sucking her deep into his mouth before releasing her, only to start the torture all over again. He repeated the gesture on the twin peak, leaving her delirious and whimpering when he freed her to trail kisses over the skin above her belly button.
‘Be calm,’ he ordered thickly. ‘You have my promise we will do this again. For now, I must taste what is mine.’
When she fully grasped his meaning, Niesha gasped, and attempted to close her legs. Surely he didn’t mean...?
‘Yes,’ he insisted gruffly.
Powerful hands held her easily captive, clamped on her thighs as he slowly, insistently laid her bare.
His gaze snagged hers for a moment, and then his eyes dropped to her most intimate place. The fiercest, wildest blush she’d ever experienced threatened to swallow her whole as a deep rumble emitted from Zufar’s throat.
‘Truly exquisite.’
Niesha was spinning at the power of those two words when his head dropped and he slicked an expert tongue over her needy flesh. A long moan ripped free. She shuddered wildly, even as every cell in her body clamoured for more. Zufar delivered, leisurely exploring her as if he owned every inch of her.