Page 29 of Enchanting the Alpha

“Stay.”

She glanced at him for a long moment before her gaze dropped to his lips. “Okay.”

He kissed her before she could say anything else. The hunger he felt for wanting her had only grown with every moment they spent together. He had to have her. He picked her up in his arms as he kissed her, loving the taste of her and the way she pressed herself to him.

THIRTY

In seconds, they were in his bedroom. Xabir set her down, letting her feet touch the ground, but didn’t let her go.

Romi really wanted to see what it would be like to be loved by a man like Xabir, a shifter who had loyalty running through his veins. Love. Devotion. She’d wanted that all her life and never thought she’d get it.

There was no going back. Once they were together, that would be it. She wouldn’t be able to hide behind her fear or act like it wasn’t a big deal. And while she could take things slow, she knew his expectation was for her to be his mate.

Could she deal with that?

“I really like you, Xabir. I’m just not the best at showing my emotions.”

He grinned. “Baby, you’re a strong woman. I understand past situations have made you mistrust people in general. I want you as you are, Romi. I accept you exactly as you come.”

She sucked in a breath and kissed his lips. His words warmed her from the inside and calmed the racing fear around her heart. She didn’t even build the embrace, she dipped her tongue into his mouth and locked her arms around his neck.

Xabir growled, cupping her ass. Lips moved against lips, tongues explored, teeth clanked as they went at each other with the passion of two starved people.

He pulled away after a few moments.

“Are you sure?” he asked, placing a large hand over her heart. His question was about so much more than the moment they were about to share.

Romi nodded, but Xabir licked his lips, still keeping his distance.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked. “Me coming at you willingly? Because this is exactly what this is.”

“I don’t think you understand what this would mean for me. For you. Once I get a taste of you, there is no turning away, Romi.”

“So come and taste me,” she purred.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he began to kiss her passionately. Romi let him, moaning as she rubbed herself against him like a cat in heat. Her hands traveled up his body, her hands pressed against the smooth ridges of his abs. When she could no longer explore his body because of his shirt, she pulled away from the kiss and pushed the shirt up. Xabir, understanding her intent, pulled the shirt over his head. He then pawed her dress and flipped it off, tossing it away.

Xabir’s eyes widened when they landed on her breasts. His thumbs flicked the hard nubs as he lowered his head. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, circling the peak with his tongue. The sensation went directly to her clit.That’swhere she wanted this attention. Right in the center of her so she could get off and move on.

Xabir clearly had other plans.

He was taking his time, tonguing every inch of one breast, then the other.

Her back was pressed against the bedroom wall, Xabir’s arms caging her in. It wasn’t like she could go anywhere. Or rather, it wasn’t like shedidn’twant to be there.

Her every instinct told her that she was safe. Her mind was screaming at her to commit this moment to memory because nothing would ever be as hot as the way Xabir was devouring her with his eyes, with his mouth.

He knelt before her, kissing the scrap of lace at the apex of her thighs. Romi’s legs were jelly, but she commanded the limbs to not let her down. Xabir’s talented tongue wasright there. So very close to where she needed him to be.

He slowly eased her underwear down her legs, making sure to touch every part of her. Her sex bared to him, he kissed the lips once, and again, and again. He ran his tongue down her slit and growled.

“You’re so wet.”

Romi didn’t miss the way he inhaled her scent, and she waited for the wave of embarrassment that usually overtook her when a man went down on her. Yet the way he looked up at her made one thing clear: he loved the smell. There was no room for shame when Xabir was the one giving her pleasure.

His tongue burrowed between her lips before his fingers spread them. He circled her aching clit, only grazing the hood. She was a panting mess above him, her hands clenched into his hair.

“I want to come,” she whispered.

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