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I would remember it for the rest of my life.

She laughed, low and breathless, and kicked the flip-flops away. I almost smiled.

“No rope?” she whispered.

“Tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

My hands found her waist. Her skin was warm, and softer than anything I had touched in years. The marks along her back had healed to faint lines. I traced them gently and felt her shiver. I kissed her throat, her collarbone, the hollow beneath her ear, and her fingers sank into my hair.

She was undoing my belt before I knew I had stopped breathing. I toed off my leather shoes. Her hands moved over my stomach, and I caught her wrists, not to stop her, only to hold on.

“Zuri.”

“I know,” she said.

She pulled me down with her onto the bed, and I went.

Our lips clashed, teeth knocking, her breath hot and ragged against my mouth. Her fingers dragged through my hair, her nails scraping my scalp, and when her lips parted I delved deep. She tasted of salt and something sweeter.

Our mouths were slick and greedy, a slow, wet slide of tongues that had her whimpering. I held myself above her, forearms braced either side of her head, every muscle trembling with the effort.

Her thighs closed around me as her feet rested on my back. I gave her what she wanted, the feel of my hard length through cotton and lace, grazing against the heat of her pussy. She rolled her hips up to meet me, and her moan was drowned in my mouth.

“Zuri,” I sighed against her wet lips.

Her fingers abandoned my head and travelled down my back. She rubbed herself against my cock in a slow, restless roll of her hips until I felt her damp heat through the cotton.

“I need you, Tau,” she gasped. “Right now.”

I peeled each lace cup down to uncover her breasts, slowly and carefully, before I took one dark nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the beautiful peak. She arched into me, a shudder running through her.

She called out to the Lord.

It was my turn to smile.

I closed my mouth around her and sucked.

Retaliation was swift. Her small hands scraped down my abdomen. Her fingers pried my boxers open and she gripped my cock.

I hissed as she worked my length. My control wavered.

I braced one hand beside her while the other brushed past her thigh, and my fingers slipped beneath the ruined lace to find the silky wet arousal that coated her pussy. I kissed her breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, sucking, releasing, returning, until my fingers were slick with her.

She tugged viciously at my boxers, dragging them down my ass. I let her.

God. I would let her do anything to me.

She couldn’t ever know.

“Do you want me, my lioness?” I purred.

Indignant eyes flared.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Now.”