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possessed.” His voice lowered, rasped, throbbed with desire as his lips finally brushed against hers. “A woman, precious, should always be able to fulfill the desires that haunt that sensual core of her being. Tell me, Marty,” he breathed roughly, “what desires haunt your woman’s core?”
    “Desires for you,” she whispered back, and her breath nearly caught at the flare of response in his gaze.
    He haunted her. She ached for his touch. She ached for his kiss. Her lips parted slowly as a near brutal need began to thunder through her body.
    She had tracked him for two years. Followed him. She had seen the sexual excesses he immersed himself in, and she had seen the lonely nights where he stood in his window and stared down at her.
    He had always seemed to know where she was, where she hid to watch him, how she ached. In his expression she had seen the brooding sensuality and a dark shadow of torment. A torment that sometimes reminded her of her own.
    “I want to kiss you,” he said. “Sweet candied lips. I look at them, and my body tightens with the need to possess you, Marty. To fuck you until you’re screaming for more. Screaming for me. Common sense warns me to pull back. But the thought of those sweet lips keeps me coming back.”
    His voice hardened with a surge of lust as his eyes flashed with an inner fire a second before his fingers slid into her hair.
    He didn’t grab the strands. His large palm cupped the back of her head in a gentle if unbreakable grip as his head slanted and lowered.
    Why she had expected a rough, bruising kiss, she wasn’t certain. But what came was anything but ungentle. Firm lips touched her own, parted them as a cry left her mouth.
    She was shaking in his grip, her hands lifting to hold his wrist as his other hand gripped her hip and held her to him. She could feel her nails digging into his flesh, feel a plethora of sensations rocking through her system as it seemed to overload on the most exquisite pleasure that she could have known.
    Electricity filled his kiss. Sensations unlike anything she had ever known whipped through her, destroying her senses as his tongue licked at hers, touching it with slow, thorough pleasure and destructive heat.
    When he drew back, Marty could only stare back at him in shock. It was her first kiss in years.
    She fought to draw in oxygen. She fought to simply stand upright as his head tilted, his lips moving along her jawline to the shell of her ear.
    “So sweet,” he whispered, as her lashes drifted closed and she became immersed in the sensual, sexual world he was building around her. “I could take you just like this, Marty. So slow and easy, like a gentle summer rain.”
    His fingers were at her shoulders, touching the bare flesh beneath her robe, drawing the material over her shoulders as she felt her breasts throb with the need for touch now. His calloused fingertips sent a blaze of friction over her skin and had her suddenly pressing closer, needing more, needing his touch like the land needed the sun.
    “I’ve dreamed of you,” she said. “Of you taking me, Khalid. Fucking me slow and easy, fast and hard.” Her breath caught as his body jerked, as though he had been struck, while lust became a brilliant flame in his eyes and urged her on. “I want to watch while you take me. See your cock press inside me while the pleasure burns me alive. I fantasize about it. I masturbate to it.”
    Her nails bit deeper into the flesh of his wrist as that image tore through her mind.
    It was an image she gave him, an image she shared with him as his dark gaze locked with her own.
    His hand slid to her breast as his breathing became harder, heavier. He cupped the rounded curve and dragged a shattered cry from her lips as sensation seemed to sear every nerve ending in her body. The stroke of his thumb over her nipple sent a near painful surge of bliss tearing to her womb, clenching it with a hard, tight spasm that stole her breath.
    Jerking her