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His voice was so sexy when he talked like that, he could practically melt the panties off her. “Yes, I’m fine. You won’t break me.”

Imani pushed the hem of her abaya higher on her thighs and his hands found their way beneath the soft material. When he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear, his breathing caught and his eyes filled with lust.

“I want you,” Imani whispered, tenderly kissing his lips. “Make love to me. As gentle or as rough as you want. I just need you.”

Wasim tunneled his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull and seized her mouth. The kiss was instantly erotic, but slow and undemanding. He pried her lips apart with his tongue and the sweet invasion made her purr with pleasure. He took his time and gave her a long, drugging kiss and pulled back every now and again before reclaiming her mouth.

She rubbed her aching core against the hardness in his pants, and when he teased her with a careless swipe of his thumb along the crease of her hips, she shivered with the long unfulfilled need to be taken by him.

“Yes,” Imani breathed, tilting her head back so his tongue could sweep the underside of her chin.

Wasim stood with her in his arms and placed her on her back on the bed. Then he made love to her in earnest.

She sighed happily as he nipped at her neck and squeezed her breasts. The nipples beaded against his palms and she arched into his hands. They hurriedly undressed and then their naked bodies fused together. Because of the anticipation of making love to him, Imani was so wet and aroused that she came almost instantly, trembling under the strength of his pumping hips. He climaxed soon afterward, squeezing her tight against his body and emptying with a groan to the side of her neck.

Later, Imani flung an arm across his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Wasim’s fingers moved in an arch along the back of her neck and scalp in a tender massage.

“Is Her Royal Highness, my queen, satisfied now?” he asked in an amused voice.

Imani sighed contentedly. “Yes. Very satisfied.”