Chapter Ten #3
Shaking his head to try to clear the chaos, he swept her into his arms and walked them over to the en suite.
Her head rested on his shoulder and her arms hooked around his neck, the powerful feeling of rightness seemed to taunt him as he see-sawed between just how incredible that had been and just how much he feared he’d used her.
Her hand came to cup his jaw.
‘You’re thinking too loudly,’ she whispered. ‘Use your words,’ she teased.
He swallowed. ‘If that was too much…’
She leaned back to look up at him. Her lips kiss bruised, her eyes bright.
‘That was perfect,’ she said on an exhale, as if she’d been waiting for that her entire life. ‘That was…you,’ she said simply.
He clenched his jaw, warding off the powerful feelings that rose to meet her easy statement. An observation that no one else had ever made, because no one else had seen him the way that she did. The way that she seemed to know what he needed, and be willing to be what he needed.
He just wasn’t sure that he could do the same for her.
Unable to help himself, he kissed her, shoving everything back down, his doubts and fears, so that they wouldn’t escape, wouldn’t ruin this fragile thing he was clinging on to but didn’t deserve.
She shifted in his hands, pulling herself to where she could wrap her legs around his hips. This. He could give her this. He walked them into the shower stall and, holding her with one hand, turned on the water with the other.
Hana didn’t even break the kiss when the water poured down over them.
Even with her legs wrapped around his waist, she was still only eye level with him.
Mouth level, he realised as she met his kiss in a way that made him want her to open to him.
His hard length pressed demandingly between them and the roll of her hips teased him, teased her.
As much as she tried to hide the gasp of pleasure that filled the air between them as she rubbed herself against his length, he’d heard it, and he wanted to hear it again.
He shifted her in his hold, pressing her against him, lifting her just high enough so that she had more control.
He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning as she ground against him again in a way that had her near shaking.
Watching her take her pleasure from him was the single most erotic thing he’d ever experienced in his entire life.
Watching her explore herself, finding what she liked and what she loved, was something he thought he could do forever.
He was pretty sure he knew what she needed, and wanted more than anything to give it to her.
‘Do you trust me?’ he asked her, even as a whimper escaped her mouth.
She frowned, her eyes blinking open, her gaze sluggish with desire.
She nodded, even as she rolled her hips against him and moaned again.
Malik turned them away from the water, soothing her whimpered complaint with a caress, and placed her down on the marble ledge in the shower.
He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs open to him, and pushing her back just slightly.
Not for himself, but for her. So she could see, so she could watch.
Heart pounding in his chest, he gently pressed her thighs apart and took her in his mouth.
Just this. He would give her this, if nothing else.
If he hadn’t been holding her, Hana might have bucked right off the seat.
His tongue found her clitoris and stroked and laved and sucked, as she moaned and sighed and cried.
The sweet taste of her poured onto his tongue and he couldn’t help himself.
His fingers slipped into her hot wet depths, one, then two, as her hips shook and her body trembled.
There were things he couldn’t give her, might never be able to give her, but this he could. This he would.
Her thighs pressed against the side of his head and he smiled against her, the hmm of his own pleasure sending little vibrations against her core throughout her entire body.
She arched up off the marble, her perfect breasts taunting him, until he reached up to palm one, his thumb and forefinger finding that tight little nub of her nipple.
He was near breathless with want, but he wanted more from her.
Her hands flew to his head, fingers threading in the wet ropes of his hair, holding him against her to the exact pressure she wanted.
He felt it building in her, felt it building in himself, the sound of her pleasure-filled cries, as his tongue swept long stokes against her hot, quivering flesh.
His fingers gripped her hips as she bucked beneath him.
‘Malik,’ she begged. ‘Malik, Malik.’
He looked up to find her staring at him, her desire clear in her eyes, the want, the command. Just like the first time, just like every time, she wanted to feel him. She was his queen. And he would give this to her.
As he felt the orgasm begin to crest against his tongue, he raised himself up and, lining himself with her entrance, thrust into her and with that one single powerful move, he went with her over the edge, willingly and devastatingly.