Embrace My Heart(40)

Later, he returned, stripped and joined Vectra in bed, where he pulled her into a spooning embrace. Immediately, he was lulled to sleep by her radiant body, warm and pliant against him.



Vectra experienced a distinct sense of déjà vu when she woke in bed, and alone. Only this wasn’t exactly déjà vu, she realized. It wasn’t morning. The room was dark with the exception of the lights sparkling in the far distance, and the sounds of the harbor were faint but noticeable.

She was also quite obviously not alone. She felt something warm and imposing between her legs. It obstructed her ability to close them. A sound, half sob, half moan, warbled from her throat when a heavy stab of pleasure radiated below her waist, turning her boneless with arousal.

“Sim.” His name was distorted, given the sob-moan that continued to crowd her throat. The maddening throbbing and clenching that had plagued her all day resumed, and her hips began rocking slowly, keeping pace with the pleasurable drives from an all-too-skillful tongue.

A rough purr ventured upward through the sheets. Qasim had spent the past ten minutes relishing the task of waking her. Waking her in a truly ruthless manner, he admitted, but his desires had once again overruled his ability to practice any sort of bedroom etiquette.

He’d started by thumbing her labia. Every so often, he’d dip a finger inside her satin core until he’d found her very wet for him. Still, he’d resisted taking her until he’d known she was waking. He had pounced the moment he was sure she was lucid. Immersed in his task, he grunted consistent sounds of pure satisfaction at the discovery of finding her taste as addictive as her sounds of arousal when they reached his ears.

Vectra was close to orgasm, her wavering cries and quivering frame a testament to just how close she was.

“Not yet,” Qasim ordered, smirking briefly when she sobbed her disappointment. He held her thighs trapped, arms enfolding each of the lush, caramel-toned limbs to keep her virtually immobile. He only allowed for the minute rise, fall and rotation of her hips as she reacted to every lick and thrust from his tongue.

Vectra reached for him, needing to cling to his shoulders or rake her nails through the close-cut silk of his hair. She could find no physical purchase on the monstrous bed. There was no mistaking the fact that he was there, though.

Teetering recklessly on the edge of climax, one she was forbidden to give in to, Vectra smoothed her hands over her body. Fleetingly, she flicked her nipples beneath her thumbnails and then raked her fingers through her hair.

“Sim!” His name was a moan-gasp that tumbled forth while she eagerly rode his tongue.

The need to sob, full and unabashed, crashed in when he ceased his attentions inside her core and rained erotic torment upon her clit. His tongue coursed over the sensitive nub, and then his lips sucked there at length. Abundant joy sent Vectra shuddering on the cusp of an insane release.

“No, Vectra.”

“Sim, please...please let me. Sim...”

He took pity. Some.

Vectra labeled it as some new form of torture when he simply denied her his touch. She lashed out, making weak contact with the iron slab of muscle comprising a formidable bicep.

“Sim—” Her mouth was suddenly filled with his tongue that had been handling her so stunningly.

Vectra forgot her sensual misery and showed her approval by languidly massaging his tongue with hers. Ravenously, she suckled, loving how she tasted on his mouth.

“Sim, please...I can’t...wait,” she shared during the kiss.

Qasim understood, unable to deny himself anymore either. He was painfully hard and throbbing for her. Covering her body with his, Qasim truly feared he was done for. Her silken body threatened to send him right over an unforgiving edge.

He groped across the bed, scouring the area for the condoms he’d tossed there when he’d awakened to find her still dozing next to him. Need returned in a blaze that hadn’t been totally doused, but simply put on hold during his time away from her. He snagged one of the packets and tore his mouth from hers to rip into the packet with his teeth.

Vectra accepted the break in their kiss and used the time to drag her tongue up the strong, corded column of his throat, pausing to nibble his earlobe. Then it was Qasim who was begging.

He applied protection, cursing fiercely until he’d completed the job. Then, he took her in one swift, beautiful progression. Their coupling adopted a wild tempo from the onset. Vectra didn’t hold back, shuddering her pleasure into the dark expanse of the room. Qasim drew one of her calves across his shoulder as he pounded into her, bringing along an onslaught of superb sensation.

Vectra met the power of his thrusts with a brand all her own. She feared it would be another seductive round he’d win until he suddenly flipped her and took her from behind. Bracing on all fours, she accepted him. Her energy was renewed by the slow, deep, filling strokes that awakened some new spot he had just discovered.