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shown her before. This
man she could fall in love with so easily that it frightened her witless. What
was happening here, and why did he complicate matters now?
    A small
tug at her hand, and she tumbled against his chest as his other arm lifted her
effortlessly against his frame. She locked her legs round his waist
automatically, bringing her wet pussy agonizingly close to his cock. His whole
body jerked at the contact, and she gripped him tighter with her thighs. Both
of his hands dug into her ass, and his forehead touched hers. Their breaths
mingled as he just held her there, and dropped butterfly kisses along her jaw, while
his stubble scraped her skin.
    “ What is your name, my pretty?”
    The
question, whispered in between kisses, took her by surprise. She sought his
gaze, and the tenderness she could see in his eyes made her swallow.
    “ Astrid. Why?”
    His warm
smile undid her completely. Good God, that smile ought to be patented. She
drowned in the kiss that followed. His tongue started an erotic dance with
hers. The kiss turned from tender to passionate in seconds, and the arms
holding her shook with need, as the sweet smell of their combined arousal grew
strong in the air.
    They
groaned in unison when he adjusted her position and his cock slid home right up
to the hilt. He was big, so wet as she was, the move hurt as he filled her,
stretched her to bursting, and her vaginal muscles struggled to accommodate
him. In seconds though, pain gave way to need so intense she could barely
breathe. God, she needed to move now . A slight wriggle of her
hips was all his iron grip on her would allow, and his labored breathing
matched hers.
      “ Look at
me, Astrid.”
    Suddenly
shy, she shook her head into his shoulder, and she felt his smile in the kiss
he dropped on her wildly beating pulse.
    “ I’m going to ride you so hard that you will never
forget me after you leave tomorrow. Do you hear me, Astrid?” And with one swift
move she was on her back. The lush carpet cushioned the impact as he thrust
deep, pounding her into the floor, as though he wanted to brand her as his. His
desperation matched her own as his mouth closed over her nipple. Sensations
built deep within her core, and his hands found hers and pinned her arms high
above her head. The move meant her breasts stuck up into the air, and Astrid
screamed when he bit first one, and the other, nipple hard enough to leave
bruises. The sweet pain made her clench around his cock, as the familiar
tingles started. So close, she was so damn close.
    Rashid
raised his head and swore.
    “ That’s it, baby, milk my cock with your greedy little
cunt. Know this pussy is mine. Scream for me, Astrid.”
    Fingers
interlinking, he trust faster, deeper, harder. The vehemence of those thrusts
sent her halfway across the floor, and stars exploded behind her eyelids. The
force of their combined orgasms shuddered between them. Rashid murmured her
name over and over, until he finally collapsed on her, still buried deep within
in the tight sheath of her body. Utterly owned by him at this moment, Astrid
never, ever wanted to let him go.
    Their
breathing slowly returned to normal, and Astrid winced at the carpet burn she
could feel rise on her back. Rashid withdrew slowly with a whispered, “I’m
sorry, baby, let me see.” The regret that laced those few words settled on her
heart like lead. “Turn over, let me see, Astrid.”
    His sharp
intake of breath soothed her stinging skin as much as the soft caress of his
lips, and she couldn’t suppress her sigh.
    He
immediately turned her over. The concern in his eyes was immediately replaced
with that wicked grin she was fast learning to love, when she reassured him.
    "It’s
okay. It only stings a little.”
    “ If you say so, but I’ll have Layla massage her salve
into it. It will help with the healing. Who’d have thought missionary would be
dangerous, eh?”
    His soft
chuckle made her smile in return. She snuggled closer into his