"Damn." Shayne's head lifted. "Fuck. She tastes like pure heat, Khalid. So f**king hot it burns."
Just then, the limo pulled into the driveway of the estate. Khalid pulled back from her as Shayne slowly released her then fought to get his c**k back in his pants.
Marty looked erotically drugged as Shayne released her. She stared back at Khalid with the dazed, confused expression of a woman who didn't quite know how to handle the sensations racing through her. God knew, he understood exactly how she felt. Never had such pleasure racked his body.
"I need you." Her voice was thin and breathless as she tugged at the bodice of her dress to right it as the limo pulled into the driveway of the estate. "I might not survive how desperately I need you."
Helping her fit the material of her dress back in place over her br**sts, Khalid stared back at her, rather humbled by the helplessness she saw on his face.
Independent, willful, his Marty wasn't a weak woman. Yet the pleasure they shared left her faltering, her hands shaking and her body trembling as Khalid eased her dress back over her thighs.
He leaned forward to touch her lips with his.
What he had meant to be a soft, gentle kiss turned into something more. Lips parted, his as well as hers, and seconds later their tongues were licking, stroking, lips melded together as if they were trying to consume each other.
Khalid drew back, knowing that they had to get out of this car right now. Abdul wasn't exactly an emergency. He stood patiently after opening the door, waiting on Khalid and Shayne to step from the vehicle before Khalid extended his hand to Marty and helped her from the car.
Sultry summer heat wrapped around Khalid as he helped Marty from the back, like the heat of her body, tinged with moisture, sinking into his flesh and warming the places inside him that had been cold until her touch.
"Abdul, you may retire for the night," Khalid informed him as he led Marty up the marble steps to the front door, Shayne moving ahead of them. "I'll see you in the morning."
A security guard opened the door from the inside, his impassive gaze flickering over them as Khalid escorted Marty inside.
Marty was silent as he led her into the house and up the curved staircase to his bedroom while Shayne headed to the opposite side of the house in silence. The fingers that he held in his hand still trembled, and her breathing, as well as his own, was still slightly labored.
His heart was racing in his chest. Like a youth, the sheer excitement of touching her, of knowing that soon she would belong to him, was nearly the last measure of pressure that his control could take.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked, as he pushed open the door to his suite and led her inside.
"No." Her voice was as unsteady as he knew his own would be if he didn't control it.
"Hungry?" He closed the door behind them before stepping closer to her and gripping her h*ps and pulling her to him.
Graceful hands landed against his chest, reminding him that his shirt was undone. Hell, he hadn't even thought to fix it before leaving the limo. At least his slacks were firmly zipped.
"I'm very hungry." The tone of her voice assured him that it wasn't food she wanted.
Her hands reached up, tugging at the edges of his jacket until he shrugged the material from his shoulders. His shirt followed, leaving him na**d from the waist up as his fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her dress.
Undressing her took no time. The soft material slid from her body as his lips moved to hers once again, covering them, immersing his senses in the delicate heat and hunger of her arousal.
Marty had never known the desperation for another's touch that she felt for Khalid's now. Over the years she had ached for him, needed him, but never with such power that it made her body tremble and left her weak to his touch. So weak she had to fight to stand. To breathe. Her lungs labored as a fragile groan tore from her chest. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fighting to hold on to him as he lifted her against him, moving, gliding to the huge bed at the far end of the open suite.
He didn't pause as he laid her on the black coverlet. She heard his shoes thud against the soft carpeting, felt his hands tearing at his pants as his kisses grew more demanding and became edged with a sensual roughness that had her heart rate doubling.
Within seconds he was moving over her, hard, hot, naked. His knees parted her legs as his lips moved to her jaw, her neck. Hungry lips moved to her br**sts, where he kissed with delicate greed before consuming the ultrasensitive point of her nipple with a hungry mouth.
Marty flinched at the surge of ecstatic pleasure that tore through her. Electric shards of sensation tore from her nipple to her womb; it clenched tight as her cl*t began to throb with excitement.
It was the most amazing feeling. As though the thinnest of nerve endings connected her ni**les, her womb, and her clit. Each tug at the swollen tip caused a surge of heat to travel below, shaking her with the force of the pleasure tearing through her.
"You're destroying my control," he groaned, as her fingers curled around the thick erection between his thighs.
"Who needs control?" She could barely force the words past her lips as he moved to her other breast and drew that neglected nipple into his mouth.
Marty arched tightly, a cry tearing from her throat as the need became painful.
Parting her legs as she felt Khalid's hand stroking down her midriff, she prayed for his touch at the tormented flesh between her thighs. Her pu**y throbbed in need, the ache centered deep in her belly and blooming with heat as his fingers slid into the narrow slit between the folds of flesh.