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wife never gave in so easily. Her touch made demands of her ownâas if she didnât know that heâd already surrendered, so long ago.
His hands were his weapons now, stripping away the robe that shielded her from him, then pushing her thighs over his shoulders and pinning her wrists at her sides. Her back arching, she bowed under the ruthless onslaught of his tongue, and screamed when she broke. Victory for them both. So he bent to her aroused flesh and did it again.
And again.
Her body was still shuddering as he rose up, her legs draped over his shoulders, pushing her knees toward her chest. Sweat glistened over her pale skin. Her limbs trembled and her grip was weak. He caught her left ankle as it slipped from his shoulder, holding her open to him, watching her jade eyes widen when she realized how heâd maneuvered her into a defenseless position.
Then she almost defeated him by simply urging him closer. Welcoming his invasion, she surrounded him, embraced him, and the savage ecstasy of her possession threatened to overwhelm his purpose.
By the Eternal Sky, her body held him so tight, as if it couldnât bear to let him go. Until her heart held on to him as passionately as her flesh did, he would brand himself on her with pleasure. His own need had no place here. His own arousal didnât matter. He couldnât let the fierce grip of her sheath shatter his focus.
His heart was iron. His will was steel.
He surged forward, driving his cock into her yielding depths. Burning heat seared up his spine. Her strangled cry joined the desperate clench of her fingers on his biceps.
Ariq stilled. Chest heaving and voice raw, he asked, âAll right?â
âYes!â She all but sobbed the word through gritted teeth. âYouâre just so
deep
.â
And immobilized by her position, she couldnât curb his relentless penetration. That only led to a victory if it brought her pleasure. She gasped as he began a slow retreat. Her slick passage clamped on his shaft, ripping at his control, tearing a groan from his chest.
But his heart was iron. âLike this?â
âYes.
God
,
yes.â
Then his slow withdrawal wasnât a retreat but another advance that forced her to feel every inch of his length before he plunged deep. She cried out again, then again, until her cries became an uncontrolled, endless moan that rose sharply with every powerful stroke. Her toes curled beside his head. Her fingernails dug into his arms and the faint pain pierced the shields he used to keep his own need at bay. He couldnât give in to it. But the heavens help him, she was so wet, her arousal hot and vibrant. He wanted to forget his purpose and lose himself with her. He wanted his mouth on hers and her cries vibrating against his lips, but he couldnât kiss her in this position, and he wouldnât stop, wouldnât abandon this battle, not even when she tensed beneath him, her body arching on a guttural scream and her sheath squeezing his cock like a sleek pumping fist. He couldnât let up, though he wanted to bury himself inside her and find his own release.
His will was steel. But Zenobia had heated his iron heart to moltenâand although his flesh had been created for battle, his body was still a manâs. Even he couldnât withstand this.
And his control slipped, bit by bit, vanquished by his own need. Vanquished by the flush of her skin when she shattered beneath him again, and the dazed expression in her jade eyes. By his name, a whisper roughened by her screams. By the taste of her when she cupped his jaw and her thumb slipped between his lips.
He didnât want to stop. Her hunger for him was the only advantage he had. But continuing on wouldnât win her heart. He would only hurt her. He would only drive her away instead of persuading her to stay.
He couldnât lose her. He wouldnât hurt her.
With a tortured groan, Ariq relinquished the last of his
His hands were his weapons now, stripping away the robe that shielded her from him, then pushing her thighs over his shoulders and pinning her wrists at her sides. Her back arching, she bowed under the ruthless onslaught of his tongue, and screamed when she broke. Victory for them both. So he bent to her aroused flesh and did it again.
And again.
Her body was still shuddering as he rose up, her legs draped over his shoulders, pushing her knees toward her chest. Sweat glistened over her pale skin. Her limbs trembled and her grip was weak. He caught her left ankle as it slipped from his shoulder, holding her open to him, watching her jade eyes widen when she realized how heâd maneuvered her into a defenseless position.
Then she almost defeated him by simply urging him closer. Welcoming his invasion, she surrounded him, embraced him, and the savage ecstasy of her possession threatened to overwhelm his purpose.
By the Eternal Sky, her body held him so tight, as if it couldnât bear to let him go. Until her heart held on to him as passionately as her flesh did, he would brand himself on her with pleasure. His own need had no place here. His own arousal didnât matter. He couldnât let the fierce grip of her sheath shatter his focus.
His heart was iron. His will was steel.
He surged forward, driving his cock into her yielding depths. Burning heat seared up his spine. Her strangled cry joined the desperate clench of her fingers on his biceps.
Ariq stilled. Chest heaving and voice raw, he asked, âAll right?â
âYes!â She all but sobbed the word through gritted teeth. âYouâre just so
deep
.â
And immobilized by her position, she couldnât curb his relentless penetration. That only led to a victory if it brought her pleasure. She gasped as he began a slow retreat. Her slick passage clamped on his shaft, ripping at his control, tearing a groan from his chest.
But his heart was iron. âLike this?â
âYes.
God
,
yes.â
Then his slow withdrawal wasnât a retreat but another advance that forced her to feel every inch of his length before he plunged deep. She cried out again, then again, until her cries became an uncontrolled, endless moan that rose sharply with every powerful stroke. Her toes curled beside his head. Her fingernails dug into his arms and the faint pain pierced the shields he used to keep his own need at bay. He couldnât give in to it. But the heavens help him, she was so wet, her arousal hot and vibrant. He wanted to forget his purpose and lose himself with her. He wanted his mouth on hers and her cries vibrating against his lips, but he couldnât kiss her in this position, and he wouldnât stop, wouldnât abandon this battle, not even when she tensed beneath him, her body arching on a guttural scream and her sheath squeezing his cock like a sleek pumping fist. He couldnât let up, though he wanted to bury himself inside her and find his own release.
His will was steel. But Zenobia had heated his iron heart to moltenâand although his flesh had been created for battle, his body was still a manâs. Even he couldnât withstand this.
And his control slipped, bit by bit, vanquished by his own need. Vanquished by the flush of her skin when she shattered beneath him again, and the dazed expression in her jade eyes. By his name, a whisper roughened by her screams. By the taste of her when she cupped his jaw and her thumb slipped between his lips.
He didnât want to stop. Her hunger for him was the only advantage he had. But continuing on wouldnât win her heart. He would only hurt her. He would only drive her away instead of persuading her to stay.
He couldnât lose her. He wouldnât hurt her.
With a tortured groan, Ariq relinquished the last of his
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