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He studies me and slowly brushes the pulse in my neck with his fingers. “My Al…”

Heart pounding, I lick my lips. “Why…why do you do that? Touch my pulse?”

His glowing eyes lift to mine. “It helps me feel your heart’s wishes.”

I gently close my fingers around his wrist and move his hand to my chest, pressing his palm to my heart, my breast. Liquid need pools deep in my core, and with another soft whimper, my eyes flutter closed.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” he instructs on a low whisper.

Something warm and tight throbs between my legs, and I open my eyes. “What do you feel now, Kaami?” I ask. “What does my heart wish?”

His nostrils flare, and he lowers his head closer to mine. “This,” he says and crushes my lips with his.

Hell yeah!

He nips my bottom lip, sucks on it, slides his tongue along mine, flicks the corners of my mouth, bites my bottom lip again. His hands cup my jaw, titling my head back, granting his mouth deeper access to my willing one.

Holy fuck, it’s incredible. I’ve never been kissed like this, but it’s everything I’ve wanted in a kiss—lust, passion, hunger, power, craving… It’s as if he exists to worship my mouth with his. And worship he does.

I surrender to the carnal mastery of his kiss. His lips and tongue and teeth mate with mine, feeding the desire I’ve felt for him from the second I laid eyes on him. His fingers caress my neck at the base of my skull, sending a raw shiver through me that turns my nipples into pointed tips of aching urgency.

I want him to suck them. Hard. I want him to suck them deep into his mouth. But I don’t want him to stop kissing me… It’s a conundrum I have no answer for. The junction of my thighs is hot and damp, and oh God, how do I survive this? I’m on the cusp of orgasmic detonation, and we’re only kissing. How will I survive him fucking me?

He drags his lips from my mouth, nipping a hot path down my throat, tilting my head to the side so he can tongue the pulse his fingertips have caressed so many times.

A hitching moan falls from me as he sucks the delicate skin there, and I grind my hips forward, aching for more of him against me as I claw my hands down the backs of his arms.

He rumbles his approval against my pulse and moves his mouth upwards along the line of my jaw to my temple, to my ear. He draws my lobe into his wet mouth, flicking the tiny fleshy pad with his tongue before returning his hungry mouth to my neck, just below and behind my ear. He sucks again, hard, and a shard of liquid pleasure sinks into my core.

“Holy fuck,” I moan as his thick hardness presses against me. “Kaami…”

Lifting his head, he brushes his fingertips over my lips, his eyes a brilliant violet. “You heart calls to me, my Aliana. It is as if I’ve been released for you.”

The proclamation steals my breath. I gaze up into his eyes—his glowing, non-human eyes—and know I’ll never want anyone again.

“I’m yours, Kaami,” I whisper. “I want you. Now.”

His eyes burn brighter, and he feathers his fingers down my throat. His other hand tangles in the hair at my nape. His erection—barely contained by the soft silk of his loose black pants—nudges my lower belly. “Tell me to remove your clothes, Al.”

“Remove my clothes, Kaami,” I instruct.

His dimple flashes, and he lifts his hand between our lips and clicks. Once.

We’re naked.

Both of us.

And we’re no longer standing in my kitchen. We’re stretched out on a four-poster bed, cool silk sheets beneath us, gossamerchiffon curtains floating around on the softest of breezes. And beyond the curtains…

I don’t have a clue. Nor do I care.

Kaami is all there is. His incredible body slides between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my clit, and I gasp, already consumed with pleasure, but he doesn’t thrust into me. Instead, he slides his hands down over my throat to my breasts—oh fuck, yes yes—lingering there for a tantalising moment, his fingers teasing my rigid nipples before he moves farther down between my spread legs, his palms high on my inner thighs.

His thumbs part my folds, and his warm breath fans my wet centre. “May I taste you, my Aliana?” he asks, stroking one thumb over my throbbing clit.

My Aliana. The words almost plunge me over the edge. I’ve never had someone want me like this. I’ve never wanted someone like this. If it’s real, if it’s not djinn magic…

“If you don’t,” I reply, my voice a shallow breath, “I think I will?—”

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