“Goddamn, Goddess.”
His mouth found my breast before I could respond. Hot and wet, tongue circling my nipple before he sucked it between his lips. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He gave the same attention to the other one, sucking and biting until I was squirming against him, my hips grinding forward desperate for friction.
“Prime—please?—”
“I got you.” He dropped me just long enough to yank my sweats down. I kicked them off while he dealt with his own clothes, and then he was lifting me again, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back pressed to the wall.
I felt him at my entrance. Hot. Hard. Ready.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes. Met his gaze.
“This pussy is mine,” he said. Not a question. A statement. “Say it.”
“It’s yours.”
“This heart is mine.”
“Yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He thrust into me so hard I saw stars. “All of me. Yours.”
I screamed his name.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. Didn’t go slow. Just pulled out and slammed back in, over and over, pinning me to the wall with his hips while his hands gripped my ass hard enough to bruise.
It was exactly what I needed. Rough. Raw. Desperate. The kind of fucking that left no room for thinking, no space for grief, nothing but sensation and sweat and skin against skin.
“Harder,” I begged. “Harder, please?—”
He obliged. Shifted his angle so every stroke hit that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. His mouth found my neck, biting and sucking, marking me up like he was claiming territory.
“This what you wanted?” His voice was ragged in my ear. “Wanted me to tear this pussy up?”
“Yes—fuck—yes?—”
“Then come for me.” He reached between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing circles that made my whole body shake. “Come on this dick, Goddess. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, nails raking down his back, inner walls clamping around him so tight he groaned.
“Shit—” He thrust harder, faster, chasing his own release. “Fuck, Zainab?—”
He buried himself deep and came with a growl, his whole body shuddering against mine. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me up, and another smaller wave of pleasure rolled through my body.
We stayed like that for a minute. Pressed against the wall. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding.
Then he carried me to the couch and laid us both down, my body draped over his, his dick still inside me.
“Better?” he murmured against my hair.
“Yeah.” I pressed a kiss to his chest. “I needed that.”
“Me too.”
We lay there in the dark, the sound of waves outside the only noise. Tomorrow Rashid would make his move. Tomorrow everything could fall apart.
