I moaned as his teeth grazed my skin, his tongue flicking over the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.“Amir...”I sighed, my hands sliding up his broad shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingertips.
His breath was ragged and heavy with restraint—restraint I wanted him to lose.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped against my neck, his voice thick with hunger, his control fraying with every second.
“Don’t stop.”
I felt his entire body tense—then snap.
With a deep, feral growl, his hands roamed me without hesitation, without mercy.Exploring, kneading, claiming.His fingers slid down my spine, dragging slow, teasing paths that made me shiver beneath his touch.
His lips were everywhere—my throat, my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder—each kiss searing, marking, and branding me as his.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my skin, pleasure tangled with the aching pull of desire.His hands slid beneath the fabric of my dress, palms hot and demanding against my bare thighs.
I arched into him, my body surrendering to the aching, pulsing heat between us.
“Amir,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer, my nails scraping down his back.
His chest rose and fell in uneven, desperate breaths.“You drive me mad.”His voice was hoarse, wrecked.
“Then lose control,” I whispered against his lips.“With me.”
Something broke in him.
With a guttural sound, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs locking around his waist, my body molding to his like I was made for him.He pinned me against the wall, his body a solid, smoldering force against mine, and his lips crashed into me with hunger so deep, so consuming, I forgot how to breathe.
I gasped into his mouth, my fingers digging into his hair, pulling, needing, demanding.
“Amir,” I whispered, breathless, reckless.“Every part of me desires you.”
His growl rumbled through me, vibrating against my skin.His hands slid up my thighs, fingers pressing into my flesh, holding me in place like I was something precious and fragile—yet meant to be completely devoured.
I met his eyes, dark and fiery with something primal.
“I’ve always dreamed of marrying for love,” I admitted.“Of feeling this… this fire between a man and a woman.And when you kissed me?—”
He nipped at my bottom lip, his teeth teasing, his tongue following, soothing, seducing.
“You set that fire ablaze within me.”
I shuddered as his fingers traced a slow, dangerous path up my inner thigh, stopping just shy of where I needed him most.
“But… are you certain this is what you want, my love?”I asked.
His gaze darkened, his control hanging by a thread.
Slowly, deliberately, he took my hand and pressed it firmly against the throbbing heat straining through his breeches.
I gasped.
Thick.Hard.Hot.
A deep, low groan left his lips as I touched him, feeling his sheer power.
“Does this feel uncertain to you?”he asked, his voice dripping with hunger.
My fingers curled around him through the fabric, and his entire body tensed—like a beast barely restrained.
