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muscle
displayed down his torso, the slight indention of his belly button
and then the hairy area of his groin.
    She reached for the firm shaft and caressed
it with even strokes that pulled a groan forth. Ramar’s neck arched
back as he shifted to perch between her legs while on his knees.
Vesa increased the pace of her hand as it slid up and down his
length, her thumb pressing on the tip each time.
    Ramar grabbed her wrist. “Too much,
Vesa.”
    She twisted her hand and entwined their
fingers. Ramar leaned over her, balancing on one hand planted on
the bed by her head. With her free hand, Vesa guided him to her
waiting entrance. She cried out as Ramar rocked his hips and filled
her with a hard thrust. Releasing his hand, she spread her fingers
through the black curtain of hair falling about his face.
    Never had Vesa had the chance to touch a
grown male’s hair until Ramar. She hadn’t realized the enjoyment to
be had in running her fingers through the pitch-black strands. She
smoothed a section back only to watch in amazement as it fell
forward over his forehead in a sleek wave.
    Ramar’s deep chuckle broke her fascination
with the silk sections. “Is it my hair or my toqa that you
want?”
    Vesa flushed, realizing he’d stopped moving
after he filled her core. “It’s so soft,” she murmured.
    Ramar pulled back and drove forward. “I will
make it harder.”
    Vesa jerked at his words then smiled and
nipped at his chin in admonishment. Ramar froze and Vesa’s smile
fell. Her hands twitched on his shoulders as her heart raced.
    “No,” he said. “Do not change for me. Show me
all the ways Raasa share pleasure with one another.”
    “Mmm.” Vesa’s heart swelled at his
willingness to let her be herself in the bedroom. “You will not
mind?”
    Brown eyes darkened. “I made a mistake
before. I am mindful now. Do what you will, sweet Vesa.”
    Vesa blinked away the burning sensation in
her eyes and swallowed. She wrapped her legs around him and licked
at the salty texture of sweat on his shoulder. The muscles beneath
her mouth tensed but Vesa didn’t let it sway her. After another
series of kisses, she paused at his throat where a vein beat wildly
and bit deep. Her fangs pierced his flesh and Ramar groaned above
her.
    The taste of him combined with his shaft
buried between her legs was everything Vesa imagined and more. Her
venom sacs swelled and pulsed as she released her sakar. His body
stiffened as he closed his eyes, lost to the sensations. Brows
lowered and mouth parted, Ramar gave a hoarse shout and surged
forward, sliding their bodies across her sheets.
    “What have you done, Vesa?” His arms trembled
at the sides of her head and his hips pistoned faster. “It
burns.”
    Vesa eased away with a slow lick. She kissed
along his shoulder and bit again. Over and over, Vesa bit Ramar
wherever she could reach. The first bite released her sakar, the
others pushed her venom through his system. Reddish bruises formed
on his skin immediately giving Vesa a sense of possession. His
thrusts lost their steady rhythm and each erratic lunge and pull
dragged against her nerve endings. Vesa grew damp and her lower
region clenched on him as she began to cry out.
    Nails pricked his skin as she dug deep,
moving in time with each of his strokes. Higher and higher the
flames built. Overcome with the need to have him experience the
same intensity, Vesa raked her nails down his back. Every feature
tight, Ramar choked and bit his bottom lip. He opened his eyes to
stare down at her as he strained to continue to hold back. For her.
Vesa loved him more in this moment than she’d ever loved
another.
    “Ramar!” she screamed as her release washed
over her.
    He roared and hot streams filled Vesa before
he collapsed on top of her. Vesa worked to get her breathing under
control but Ramar’s weight pressed into her and left her
wheezing.
    “Vesa!” He rolled to the side immediately and
ran his hand over her, eyes