Page 9 of Mine to Take

CHAPTER SIX

KIRSTEN

He’d disappeared after our dinner date without a word.

Two nights passed and he still hadn’t returned. He’d left the doors within what I had to come to realize was his private wing, open, but the door out of the wing was locked. Jared and Arianna checked in on me and brought me food.

Neither was interested in conversing with me, and they made me feel uneasy. I did not have their approval it seemed to have the privilege of being cared for by him. But they did what he asked and looked out for me and showed me courtesy if not quite kindness.

In Farid’s absence, I paced around, did a lot of yoga, curled up in the chair in the library and read. When Jared came to take my dinner dishes away, it was dark out and I had dozed off in the chair. I stretched and started to go to my room. Standing in the doorway, I looked further down the hall to his room.

The massive double doors were just slightly ajar. A large bed, the shirt he'd worn for our date was tossed on the foot of it. A simple wooden wardrobe filled the wall across the room. Another set of doors led to a balcony and floor to ceiling windows and billowing curtains. Then a small bathroom. There was one piece of art on the wall opposite the bed...a massive watercolor of a forest, the view from within the trees looking out into an open field. It was beautiful and quiet, and the only speck of anything green I’d seen since I’d been in this country. The room was void of additional decorations or clutter, but it was still warm and calming. There was a book on the nightstand. Evidence of normalcy that I enjoyed seeing. When I turned I saw the rifle propped up by the door. My eyes settled on it and I sighed. So much for normalcy.

I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up one of the pillows pressing it to my face, his scent instantly igniting the longing deep within me. I tugged the covers back and crawled into his bed and fell fast asleep.

The heavy footsteps seemed to be coming at me from a distant dream. When they stopped I thought I had imagined them. They started again, growing closer. The thin stream of light vanished as he filled the doorway. I was comforted by the sounds of his movements through the room, the gentle thud as he slipped his boots off and set them gently on the hard floors, even the click, click, slide as he removed his gun and set it on the night stand.

The bed groaned as he sat on it behind me and leaned to me. I rolled over to him.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi,” he said, his warm breath against my cheek.

“I missed you,” I said and reached to his face to stroke his stubble.

“I missed you too.”

Even in the dim light, I could see the sparkle in his eyes. He teased me with his lips, just a caress against mine. I lifted to him for more, but he smiled and pulled away, standing to finish undressing. I sat up on my elbows to watch, my eyes now adjusted to the dark room. The muscles through his abs and chest rippled with his movements. His biceps flexing slightly as his fingers worked the button and zipper of his pants.

I clenched my thighs together as the heat erupted within me. My entire body tingling, at just the idea of his touch. Reading my mind he returned to the bed, caging me in between those long arms, heat radiating off his smooth skin. I stroked my fingers along the sides of his torso, let them dip into his underwear and across his firm ass. His lips curled into a sly grin. I was getting the idea that here, in bed, he was happy to relinquish control.

I pressed my hands against his chest, gently pushing him off of me, forcing him to roll over, which he did without protest. I straddled him, his cock straining against his briefs, reaching for my naked pussy. He groaned deeply and lifted his hips as I spread myself across him. His hands grasping my hips gently while I removed my night shirt.

Nerve endings I didn’t know existed came to life under his fingertips as he explored my body, sitting up, those strong arms circling my naked waist, pulling me firmly to his chest. Face to face in this position, I stared at his eyes, filled with heat. I clutched at his hair and glanced at his lips, parted, waiting. The moment frozen in time. There would be no turning back from this kiss. It was mine to take from him. They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. Our bodies melted into each other when I pressed my lips to his, easing his open further, coaxing his tongue to dance with mine. I felt his large hand tangle into my hair, pulling me closer, his mouth seizing mine now, taking all of my air. I wanted him to take it. I wanted him to take all of me. I wanted all of him in me. And I wanted it now.

Smiling against him, I came up for air.

“Tell me,” he growled, gracefully flipping me back over and towering over me. His lips sucking my neck, the scruff of his beard rough along my chest as he circled my taught nipple with his tongue and finally a nibble. “Tell me,” he said again.

“Farid,” I gasped as his fingers dipped into my sopping wet folds. “Farid Mahdavi I need you…I want you….all of you…I want you inside of me…all of you,” I panted, his fingers fucking me to the brink. “Please, now.” I gulped in air.

He removed his fingers so slowly. I whimpered slightly, my pussy pulsing, desperate for him to touch me again.

“Take me,” he said softly, pressing his hard cock against my thigh, leaving the rest of it to me. I wrapped my hands around him, and relished the hot smooth skin against my palm. I slipped his head along my folds and across my clit, smiling up at him before finally lifting my hips and placing him at my entrance. I pressed him inside and moaned with delight as my body adjusted to his girth.

Our breathing and moans filled the room as I gave myself over to the rhythm of our bodies, heat pooling in my core, I wasn’t ready for any of it to end, but was completely at the mercy of my body moving as one with his.

His thumb traced my lips and I parted them to bite it lightly. He chuckled and I opened my eyes to meet his. Time froze again, the warmth of his gaze filling me up. Soft finger tips traced my cheeks and lips, I tossed my head back my release on its way. I exploded when his lips fell to the dip in my throat. He thrust again, harder this time, the vibration of his moan tickling my throat as we throbbed against each other.

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