And he wasn't stopping there.
Sensation raced across her flesh as pleasure began to stream through her nerve endings from her lips to her thighs. His hand pushed beneath her skirt, flattened against the upper roundness of her leg and lifted it until she was crooking her knee over his hip.
His c**k wedged against the mound of her pu**y then, throwing her senses into overload as his head jerked back, his lips tearing from hers.
Marty stared at him in ecstatic shock as his h*ps rolled subtly, the heavy erection beneath the material of his slacks pressing, stroking against the swollen bud of her clit.
"You will destroy me," he snarled, as one hand curved around the nape of her neck to hold her head in place as his head lowered again.
His lips nipped at hers, sipped at them for long moments before he drew back once again.
"How will I destroy you?" The question raged in her mind with each warning he gave her. "Tell me, Khalid, how am I such a threat to you?"
His fingers stroked her neck as the other arm curled around her hips, lifting her higher, holding her against him as her knees clasped his h*ps now.
The feel of his c**k pressing between her thighs was exquisite. The slight movement of his h*ps against hers sent hard, racking shudders racing through her system as flames of pleasure raced over her flesh.
"Perhaps, love, it is I who am the danger to you."
There was no chance to argue, to retaliate, as her lips parted, his tongue stroking past them to hers, his lips sealing in the shocking, heated moan that would have torn from her lips.
She was drowning in the pleasure. Her knees gripped his h*ps tighter as her arms wrapped around his shoulders to bring him closer to her. His hands stroked her back, her hips, bunched the material of her dress between his fingers and dragged it over the curve of her ass before cupping the bare rounded rise of flesh.
He stroked, kneaded. His fingers clenched into the sensitive mounds and parted them, sending shooting arcs of sensation racing along the hidden entrance that the narrow cleft concealed.
She had touched herself there, just to see what it felt like. She had wondered what Khalid's touch there would do to her senses. Now she knew. His fingers slid deeper into the parted flesh, stroked, pressed.
There was too much pleasure. Sensation upon sensation began to attack her, building and flooding her senses with waves of nearing ecstasy as she fought to hold on to just enough control to memorize every touch, every arc of the hungry flames licking through her now.
"Damn you." He jerked back from her again, but he didn't let her go.
As she stared up at him, her body riding high on the pleasure racing through her, his fingers pressed beneath the silk of her panties and found the hot, slick juices.
"Stop pushing for this," he commanded, but still his fingers slid through the rich essence, gathered it and drew it back to the tight, shy entrance of her ass. "Before you destroy us both."
Her head fell back again as shock rounded her eyes and pleasure stole her breath. His finger pressed against the snug entrance, then entered just enough to send a pinch of pleasure pain tearing through her before halting.
"Khalid." His name tore from her lips.
"God help me." His eyes glittered in the darkness as his thumb pressed into the clenched opening of her pu**y. "You're so f**king tight I ache to be inside you." His finger and thumb flexed, moved inside her, creating shards of sensation that threatened her sanity.
This wasn't the place for it, a part of her whispered. The other part, the woman dying for his possession, was screaming for it in silence.
Her knees tightened on his hips, her lashes fluttering at the exquisite sensations overtaking her.
"Then why fight it?" She was almost begging now. "You're teasing me, Khalid. Teasing us both."
"I'm drowning in you." His lips sipped at hers again. "And you're doing nothing to save either of us."
"But I don't want to be saved," she whispered against his lips as he rubbed his own against hers. "If I wanted to be saved, I wouldn't be here. I'd be in another man's bed instead of begging to be in yours."
And that was what she was doing. Begging. Pleading, in all but words.
"Damn you." He pulled back again.
His finger slid from the heated, too sensitive grip of her anus as his thumb slid free of her pu**y. Feeling him release her nearly destroyed her. Her knees were weak as she took her own weight, her system overloaded with desperation and the ache for release.
"This has to end now," he ordered, his voice rough. "No more."