Embrace My Heart(33)

Qasim rocked his hips into the cradle of her palm. Teeth bared, he lightly grazed them across her collarbone as the mock thrusts gained pace.

Vectra was awed by his reaction, her own ego stroked by the power she experienced over the devastating male in her bed. Motivated by his helpless responses, she emboldened her touch, swiping her thumb across the slit at the flawless mushroom crown of his shaft. Faint traces of his need glistened there.

The move had an overwhelming effect on Qasim. He suddenly snatched at her hand. Another few moments and he’d have spent himself in her palm.

Vectra watched him go still, securing her wrist as he worked to steady himself.

We can’t have that, she thought.

She used her free hand to feel across the bed until it connected with one of the foil condom wrappers.

The slight crinkle of the packaging caught Qasim’s ear, and he lifted his head toward the sound. Expression unreadable, he sat up over her and waited. Silently, he gave her reign to apply their protection. He held himself still, but looked ready to melt when she gloved his erection in her satiny hold and tortured him with a few slow, agonizing pumps.

“Vectra...please...”

She smiled. He was so very much the way she would have him, she decided, but refused to get sidetracked by the fact. She hadn’t meant to tease him, but the man was walking enticement. An enticement that was, at the moment, naked in her bed. She was entitled to more than a little groping.

Qasim had more than groping in mind once the condom was stretched over his engorged arousal. He took no heed of the gasp she uttered when his hands covered her knees and dragged her to the middle of the tangled bed. He held her thighs open to accept his wide frame, and his mind was trained on a singular command.

Take.

A broken sob coasted from Vectra’s throat when she felt the delicious intrusion of his body inside hers. Still, her intimate walls protested. They’d not been used...properly...in quite some time. Qasim, merciless in the lust haze clouding his brain, pressed forward, coaxing her sex to yield to his. He exhaled on a curse when her muscles stretched to accommodate the broad head of his erection and the broader length that followed.

He took no notice of whether he was crushing her, and Vectra was glad.

“Sim.” She gave herself over to whatever he would have of her.

Once she’d taken the crown of his sex and a few more inches, he eased the rest home in a swift drive until he was fully seated and marking her with the depth of his strokes.

Qasim wanted to watch every moment of her taking him but could feel his lids growing heavy as desire heightened, weakening and strengthening him at once. He held her thighs wider apart, keeping them trapped on the bed as he hunched over her. He cupped a heaving breast, holding it still for sensual attention from his generous mouth. All the while, his lean hips rocked, pumping her with an intensity that incited ragged cries until Vectra had grown hoarse.

She slid her hands from her hair and fisted them against his biceps. Climactic spasms racked her body in tandem with Qasim’s. She was sensitive enough to feel him flooding the condom with his seed, and the pleasure of that sensation overloaded her senses and she peaked once more.

He suckled her breast in earnest then. He was thoroughly spent but still reeled from the amazing aftershocks of her sugar walls squeezing and releasing his sex of every ounce of his need.

Vectra’s heart reclaimed its thudding intensity when the sound of another crinkling foil packet reached her ears.



“Sim?” Vectra lifted her face from the pillow and then let her head fall back into to the cushiony cradle as a new wave of exhaustion claimed her.

“Vectra?”

“Mmm...? Sim...” Her face was partially hidden by the pillow, muffling her voice.

“Vectra?”

There was knocking, followed by a voice that was definitely not Qasim’s.

“Charlotte?” Vectra murmured, awareness beginning its slow intrusion upon her sleep-addled brain.

She rolled to her back, wincing. Stabs of discomfort, swaddled in a pleasant ache, sent her intimate muscles throbbing and clenching for something that was no longer there. Qasim had evidently taken his leave.

Vectra didn’t want to spend too much time on how she felt about that. Gingerly, she slid toward the edge of the bed, vaguely wondering where her comforter was. She found it, her toes sinking into the thick, satiny covering after she swung her legs down from the bed. She picked it up, wrapped herself in it and began an awkward shuffle toward the bedroom door. Sensual bruising caused her to throb more insistently, and Vectra silently chanted, Careful what you wish for.

Charlotte Sweeney looked decidedly ruffled when Vectra found her on the other side of the door. Vectra read the worry and curiosity in the small woman’s cinnamon-brown gaze.