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Her head flung back, her wet hair floating behind her. He dipped his head to take the darkened tip of her breast in his mouth. He teased her with his tongue, gently with his teeth, using his mouth in all the ways he wanted to touch her but couldn’t since he held her, guided her.
He palmed her upright until her head rested on his shoulder.
Nazalie gripped his arms, her nails furrowing into his skin. He welcomed the tender bite into his flesh, the tangible sign that she felt the same desperate need.
The sheets pooled around them, encircling them in a vortex as he clasped her closer. He had to make this last. While they’d made progress today, still, he sensed her reservations. Whatever was holding her back, he needed to reassure her she didn’t have to be afraid because he could take care of her.
He would take care of her, sensually, physically and any other way she needed.
The primal drive to make her his clawed through him, intensified her touch and screams of pleasure. He refused to imagine her doing this with any other man. He thrust inside her as her hips rolled against him, her breath hitching against his neck, faster as her skin began to flush with anticipation.
Gasping, she flung her head back again, her back arching, her eyes closed tight. He watched and savoured every moment of her sweet release across her face. He echoed the spasms of her moist clamp around him. He was drawn out until he couldn’t hold back.
He surged inside her. The moon shone bright and full, as voracious as the pleasure blasting through him. He wanted her to be his. No more barriers or boundaries. He didn't want to lose her. He was going to make her his.
Nine
Nazalie
The time Nazalie was supposed to spend with Joshua was coming to an end. She noticed that Joshua spent more time at home with her and her mum. He came home earlier, didn't go to work as often. Nazalie felt like she was getting to know him better.
Joshua was at work now; she was alone with her mom. Nazalie wanted to have a word with Dina and patiently waited for her to wake up. There was a rerun of friends playing. Nazalie watched it for about forty minutes before she heard the door to the guestroom open.
“Coffee?” she called. There was a grunt and what sounded like a ‘yes’ in reply.
Nazalie prepared the cup of coffee and waited for her mom.
Dina sat and downed the cup, not even looking at Nazalie. It seemed that she was still half asleep.
“Mom, we need to talk,” Nazalie finally said after Dina had finished drinking.
“Oh...” Dina whispered, looking into her empty cup shamefully. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well...” Nazalie said, trailing off. She had thought of many things to say to her mom over the years. But they appeared to fly out of her head. “How about last night? What happened last night?”
“I know I messed up. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I get dressed.”
“I’m not telling you to leave.”Yet.
“Joshua? Who’s Joshua.”
Nazalie sighed. She had a strong urge to roll her eyes. Of course, she didn’t remember, she could barely stand on her own last night.
“This apartment is his.”
“Oh...” she said again, trailing off. “Your boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend and this isn’t what I wanted to talk about.”
“Who is he to you then?” Now that they were sitting so close to each other, Nazalie noticed how sunken in her cheeks were. Her creamy brown skin looked ashen. She hadn’t been eating well. Since Nazalie moved into Joshua’s place, she went to check up on her mom once in a while. She dropped some money for her and some groceries. It appeared that she spent all the money on alcohol.
“It doesn’t matter, Mom.”
“I’m your mother, what do you mean it doesn’t matter?”
“You’ve never asked about my life before.”
Dina looked even more ashamed than before. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Naz.”
