Grasping her by the waist, he tugged her up until not even a whisper of air could come between their bodies, until every inch of him was trembling, feverish with the need to possess, to consume, to...
He filed away every little sound she made, filed away the feel of her body trembling with pleasure, filed the erotic hunger that swept through him as he stroked her tongue. This taste of her, this feel of her, it had to be enough to root his sanity in ten days.
Zohra felt dizzy with the powerful sensations flooding through her. It was a scorching heat that threatened to turn her inside out, an aching need that began pulsing between her legs.
The taste of Ayaan exploded in her mouth, her whole world reduced to him.
The ground felt like it had been stolen from under her. Her hands laced together around his neck, and she realized she was off the ground.
The assault of his mouth was relentless, stealing her breath and infusing it with his own. Pleasure and pain fused together, rippled out of her in a guttural sound as he tugged her lower lip with his teeth.
His hands around her waist loosened, moved up and down over her back. A string of Arabic fell from his mouth and she realized he wanted to soothe her.
Except she didn’t want to be soothed. She wanted to be ravaged, she wanted to forget her own mind, she wanted to...she burned with escalating need everywhere he touched her.
In return, she sank her fingers into his hair, and pressed herself closer, angling her mouth, giving him everything he wanted and more.
One hand at her back pressed her hard against him, one at her nape so that she didn’t move, every hard muscle, every ridge and hollow of his body imprinted itself over her, branding her. The hard ridge of his erection rubbed against her belly and a lick of sinful heat bloomed low within her.
His groan surrounded them when she moved restlessly.
His lips learned every inch of her, deep, languorous strokes on one breath, biting and sucking the next. Reverent one minute, passionate and possessive the next. Just when she thought she would expire from the sinful heat his kiss evoked, his mouth left hers and moved toward her jaw.
His hands traveled feverishly over her waist, her back, her name falling from his lips.
She shivered uncontrollably. Her heart pounded, every beat of it a whispered warning.
She wanted to let him fill the hole she had found in her life yesterday. She had already been feeling vulnerable after what Karim had said, and what Ayaan had made her face about Faisal.
But it was Ayaan’s gift that crystallized everything for her. This was what her future was going to be—dream holidays with no one by her side.
This loneliness, it was going to be there forever, shriveling her from the inside out. Her future stretched out endlessly with no lasting attachments, no purpose.
The need to find comfort in his arms, to lose herself in his touch, it scraped her raw. She was no more real to him than she was to anyone in her life. But she didn’t want to care. She wanted to use him just as he was using her.
She kissed him back with every pent-up longing inside her. Tugging her mouth away from his, she ran her hands over his chest, feeling the solid, hard muscles tighten painfully at her touch.
His mouth found the pulse at the base of her neck. She threw her head back and groaned when he nipped the skin with his teeth. He traced the spot with his thumb, licked it with his tongue.