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Every inch of her body responded to his nearness, drowning out the small voice reminding her she was in the arms of her enemy.
He stretched out on the divan, half over her, his mouth on hers, greedy and demanding. She opened her lips to his--to accept the thrust of his tongue. He kissed her with a blazing male hunger, as if he wanted to draw her very essence into his--as if he couldn't get close enough.
She couldn't help responding to his need--to the wild rawness that called to everything in her that was primitive and female. Her own passion ignited. She kissed him back, clinging to him, her fingers gripping the muscles in his bare shoulders.
His lips left hers to press against her throat, while his one hand stroked her skin from under the curve of her breasts down to the thin fabric covering her yoni. With each sweep, his fingers moved closer to her tight, sensitive nipples, then on the down sweep, dove under her waistband and fingered the curls just above her throbbing slit.
She moved her hips restlessly. A great aching need built between her legs, deep in her womb. Visions of cool fire danced in her mind. Dimly, she heard the soft, gong of the metal bowl on the table near the bench. Her captive's chain bracelet stung her with a flash of heat. Hastily, she strengthened her mental walls against her sensitivity to metals.
In that brief moment, Khalid's lips left her mouth. He kissed the tip of one nipple. The exquisite sensation flew through her blood like lightning across the mountain skies. He kissed the tight tip again, then raised his face and looked down into her eyes. "You like that," he stated in a low, thick tone. "Your eyes are dark withpleasure."
"Yesss..." she could only murmur, caught in the magic of his touch.
His hard, strong fingers circled her nipple, barely brushing the beaded tip. "Your breasts are high and firm; your nipples tight and surrounded by the sacred ring of life the warm, rich color of ripe apricots." Lowering his mouth, he muttered, "A feast to feed a man's soul." His tongue swept around and over first one, then the other needy tip. He gently blew across her breasts, and she made a humming sound low in her throat. Oh, Goddess, she wanted him to do more--to fill the empty place deep inside.