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her lips in a soft, tentative kiss, not sure how much control he still had over his raging lust now that she was so willing.

His fingers dove into her hair, his hands holding her head still while he kissed her gently, nibbled at her lips, testing her to see if she really wanted this. While downstairs dancing with all the other females that had shown up for the event, his mind had continued to focus on the one woman who didn’t want him. Correction, he thought as her body shivered in his arms. She didn’t want to want him. But her kiss and her body’s reaction was more truthful than her words. So he listened to that instead.

Malik pulled her harder against his body, his hands sliding up her waist, then down lower, pressing her hips against his. When she wiggled against him, trying to get closer, he lifted her back up into his arms.

Shanelle thought that the kiss earlier in the night had been a fluke, but as he touched her now, and as she touched him wherever she could reach, she knew that it hadn’t been. This was real and she couldn’t pull away from him. Nor did she want to! In fact, she wanted to get as close to him as possible, moving her hips against his, feeling the ache build up inside of her and not sure how to appease that almost painful need. Everywhere he touched, that need increased until she was crying out for something, not sure exactly what.

She grabbed his hand when he started to pull away, pressing his palm against her breast. “Please do that again,” she begged, not sure where this was coming from, only knowing that she needed his hand right there so badly she thought she might cry if he pulled it away.

“Like this?” Malik asked and his thumb rubbed her already hard, overly sensitive nipple over the thin fabric.

Shanelle’s head fell backwards as his fingers touched her breast, his palm molding it and pressing it. One of his long fingers slipped inside of her night dress and flicked against her nipple again and her knees almost gave out. The only thing giving them strength was the fact that she couldn’t let his touch move away from her body.

“Again,” she whispered, her forehead dropping to his shoulder. When he flicked her hard nipple again, she cried out and placed her hand over his. “No more,” she begged, but still her body turned, shifting so his fingers had better access.

She wasn’t aware of Malik’s fingers on her shoulders, pushing the fabric down her arms. But when the material fell away, she felt the sensations ripping through her and almost screamed with the ache that possessed her.

And all of that was before he lifted her into his arms, high enough so that his mouth could cover her nipple. She wasn’t even aware of her legs wrapping around his waist or the mattress against her back as he laid her down on the bed. All she knew was this man’s tongue could not leave that place against her nipple or she would die.

She arched into his mouth, silently begging him to continue.

“More, please!” she begged. And he gave in to her command by moving to the other breast, his hands pushing the material down to her waist.

Her fingers were working themselves. When her hands encountered fabric, she considered it very rude and pushed his dinner jacket off of his shoulders. But still unsatisfied, she almost ripped the buttons off of the expensive material of his shirt, desperate to find out what lay underneath. When her hands encountered his skin, she sighed with happiness. But then his own hands obliterated that satisfaction by moving down her body, sending shock waves as his mouth moved to her other breast, nipping and biting, sucking hard until she screamed out with the pleasure that shot right down to her core, causing the ache to intensify to an almost painful level.

“Make it stop,” she pleaded with him even as her own hands moved down his body, her fingers flexing against the rippling muscles on his flat stomach.

Malik shook his head slightly, but it didn’t help clear the haze of lust that was pulsating through his body. Looking down into her eyes, he knew that he couldn’t stop. Not with her writhing like this, her eyes begging him to take her, make love to her.

He stood up and ripped off his pants and boxers. And it turned him