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Electricity spiked from my breasts to my core. “All over,” I said in a husky voice.

“Poor baby. Let me take care of that for you.”

He backed me up to the mattress and guided me to lie down with my feet on the floor. Kneeing apart my legs, he proceeded to kiss me all over with an attention to detail that left me breathless and begging for him to come inside me and finish things already.

Only then did he remove his clothes and take me, him still standing, me on the bed looking up at him. He thrust into me, slow but firm, his face hard with desire.

I tightened my thighs around his lean hips. “More.”

“Ask nicely.” He paused his thrusts and circled his pelvis instead, teasing my opening with the root of his dick.

I pushed the fingers of my right hand into my hair, needing an anchor. I felt taut and flushed and needy. “Damn you, Kral.”

“Beg me. And call me Zaq when I’m inside you.”

He stroked into me again. So slowly sweat beaded his forehead. So slowly I thought I’d die.

It was both excruciating and amazing at the same time.

“Please!” The word burst out of me. “Please give me more.”

“Zaq,” he said.

“Zaq,” I repeated. “Please.”

He rumbled his approval. “That’s it. Now touch yourself.”

I slid my hand between us and fingered my clit. I moaned with pleasure. It felt good—so good—but I needed him, too.

“That’s it.” He started thrusting again. Forceful. Perfect.

I had the fleeting thought that he was completely healed now, his body strong and lithe.

Then a white-hot static filled my head and I stopped thinking of anything but Zaq and how good he was making me feel.

Zaq said my name in a rough voice and thrust a half-dozen more times before stilling and emptying himself into me.

He hung over me, breathing hard, then crawled onto the mattress and pulled me into his arms. I nestled my head the crook of his neck, limp and satiated, my arm around his waist and one leg draped over his thigh, and closed my eyes.

I awoke a few hours later to find him easing himself out from beneath me. “Wheraryougoin’?” I mumbled.

He smoothed a hand down my spine. “It’s three a.m. Xavier will be back soon.”

“’Kay.” I rolled over, stretched.

“How’re you feeling? Any pain?”

“Nope.” I touched my side. “It barely even hurts.”

“Good. I’m going to take a shower. You get some more rest.”

“Wake me up in an hour.”

He nodded and got out of bed. I rolled onto my side and watched him walk to the bathroom. Damn, the man had a fine ass, firm and muscular.

Interest stirred in my belly.

He flashed me a grin over his shoulder. “Hold that thought.”

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