Until it wasn’t.Sucking on her nipple, Azlyn’s body tightened around his erection.He could feel her inner muscles clenching and knew what was happening.
“I’m all yours,” he said, leaning back against the mattress.He felt her body start to tighten, watched her breasts bounce against his palms.She was an erotic goddess, he thought.Every time she slid down his shaft, he’d rub her nipples.When she sped up, he started pinching them.Every pinch earned a gasp, and he saw the dreamy look in her eyes.Did she realize how beautiful she was?Did she have any idea how hot it was to watch her take her pleasure like this?She was using his body, pleasuring herself with his rock hard shaft.
When he couldn’t take it any longer, he rubbed his thumb along that bundle of nerves, sliding and pinching until…!
Azlyn’s cries, as well as the tightening of her muscles around his shaft, pulled him towards his own climax.He shuddered, pounding into her while his hands held her hips.He tried to control it, to savor this moment with her, but it was too intense.All he could do was hold onto her, careful not to hurt her as he thrust harder and faster until…!
When it was all over, he pulled her down onto his chest.She was his.He’d branded her.He wasn’t sure how, but he could feel it in his soul.Azlyn was his woman now.The rest was just details.
Chapter 10
“I’m starving,” Azlyn whispered, shifting in the bed.
They’d showered after—what, round five?—and he’d made love to her again under the warm spray of water.Then he’d carried her back to bed, tucked her in, and shut off the lights before finally falling asleep.
Now, the sky was just beginning to lighten with early morning sun.
Zayn blinked, trying to get his bearings.He had no idea what time it was.
“What are you in the mood to eat?”he asked.
Then she shifted again, throwing a leg across his body.Her soft, silky skin slid against his, and just like that, he didn’t give a damn about time.
Besides,hewas in the mood to eat her.
He thought about the way she’d tasted the night before—sweet, soft, utterly addictive.And suddenly, he wanted more.
His hand slid down her hip.But before he could take things further, Azlyn laughed softly and caught his hand.
“Not a chance, cowboy,” she teased, and rolled out of bed.
Zayn watched her, unconcerned about his lingering arousal as she pulled a robe from her closet and wrapped it around her perfect curves.She tied the belt tightly before glancing back at him.
“What’s on your agenda today?”he asked, stuffing a pillow behind his head so he could better enjoy the view.
She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.Smart woman,he thought.
“It’s Saturday,” she said, tilting her head to look at him.“Have you ever tried biscuits and gravy?”
The suggestion made his stomach twist.He hated gravy.
He knew Americans loved it—especially around Thanksgiving, when they drowned their entire plate in the gelatinous mess.But he’d never understood the appeal.
“I can’t say that I have,” he replied diplomatically, reaching for the end of the robe’s belt and tugging playfully.“Why don’t you tell me about it?”
She laughed and gently pried the belt from his fingers, stepping just out of reach.“There is no chance we’re going for another round,” she warned.Her gaze dipped to his erection, and she licked her lips.“Not yet, anyway.”
Azlyn turned and headed for the bathroom.
“I’m starving,” she called over her shoulder.“Forfood,” she added pointedly.“And if you’re hungry too, get up.I’m taking you to the best breakfast you’ll ever have.”
Zayn considered following her into the shower for a rematch, but he suspected she really was hungry—and when his woman needed nourishment, he’d wait his turn.
Instead, he got out of bed, located his phone, and texted Hasim to bring a change of clothes.Something casual,he specified.
Only once Azlyn stepped out of the shower did Zayn take his turn.They chatted while she dressed, pulling on leggings that hugged her perfect ass.Unfortunately, she topped it with a bulky sweater that concealed those glorious curves.
Pity,he thought as he shut off the water and reached for the towel she’d laid out for him.
