Guilty Pleasure

6

He was going to burn alive in the flames of need that had ignited inside his body as he felt Marty’s release spill to his lips. The sweet, heated juices were like nectar, like the finest, silkiest syrup. He had felt the proof of her innocence, the virgin shield that no other had breached, just as he had felt, tasted, the heated honey of her response.

Staring up at her, he’d seen her desperate grip on Shayne’s shoulder, the way her screams fed into the other man’s kiss, and nearly experienced his own release with no more than the rasp of his clothing against his cock.

Her response destroyed him. Rather than embarrassment as Shayne touched her, she had instead exploded with a strength that still had him shaking nearly thirty minutes later, as he fought to move across the dance floor without stumbling over his own feet.

On her other side, Shayne seemed no steadier. He swore they both looked like drunks.

“We’re leaving soon.” He made the decision as he looked down at her now, still seeing her flushed features rather than her now composed expression. Her gaze was still drowsy, tiny wisps of hair lay on her forehead, still damp from the perspiration that had dotted her skin earlier.

He wanted her hot and damp, her body sheened from her juices and their combined perspiration. He wanted to hear her scream rather than feel her muffling her cries.

“It’s about damned time,” Shayne muttered.

“Why would we want to do that?” There was a hint of a smile on her face as she stared up at him. “I haven’t even got to dance with my date yet.” She cast an amused, teasing look toward Shayne before meeting Khalid’s gaze once again.

“I’ll get Abdul.” Shayne’s didn’t bother to hide his grin as he moved away quickly and headed for the wide ballroom doors that had been thrown open earlier.

“And you won’t be dancing with him, either,” he growled. “At least not here.”

A hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she stared back at him. There was no mistaking the clear, dark possessiveness in his tone.

That smile, so starkly feminine and filled with satisfaction had him reacting in a way he hadn’t expected. He could feel the arousal tearing through him, building, burning hotter, brighter than ever before.

He swore his cock had never been so hard, his balls so tight. The blood throbbed through the thick, tight flesh, reminding him that she could make him hunger for her like he had never hungered for another woman.

“You’re pushing.” And it would take her places he was certain she didn’t want to go.

Zach had assured him years ago that Marty wasn’t the sharing kind. That when it came to a relationship, to the man she would eventually love, he had been warned not to attempt to draw her into the lifestyle that members of the club shared.

“How am I pushing, Khalid?” she whispered archly. “Wouldn’t it be difficult to push much further than I’ve already pushed you over the years? Or further than you’re trying to push me? Don’t imagine for a moment that I’ll tolerate any of it.”

She was aroused. He could see the hunger in her eyes and in the soft smile on her lips.

She was more determined and certainly more stubborn than he had ever imagined.

As they passed through the open ballroom doors, Khalid felt the overwhelming need for her tearing at him again. His self-control was deteriorating by the moment. If he didn’t have her soon, if he didn’t mark her, claim her, then he was going to go insane.

He had to admit to a small bit of surprise when she followed him. They moved through the ballroom to the foyer, and without searching for Ian or Courtney, they left the party.

Shayne was waiting outside, leaning lazily against the tall column of the porch as he watched them curiously.

“Shayne will be coming with us,” Khalid said, his body tightening to the point of breaking.

Marty nodded, breathless.

“Though when we get home, it will just be us,” he said firmly.

Marty looked confused but said, “Ok.”

Shayne gave him a quick nod to show he understood, though there was a question in his eyes.

Marty had saved herself for him and he would not share that gift even with the man he had chosen as a third. Still, he wanted her to continue to become accustomed to Shayne’s touch and to the both of them giving her pleasure.

Marty wanted to close her eyes, to hold onto the fantasy, if that was what this was, and never let it go. She felt as though she should pinch herself, do something, anything, to prove it was real.

Her body was humming with sensation as the two men escorted her down the steps to the driveway where Abdul was pulling up in the limo. Khalid’s hand rested low on her back, Shayne’s arm brushed against her shoulder.

The heated sensations washing over her were sizzling. The clear intent in their gazes, in the careful positioning of their larger bodies against hers was unmistakable.

It was finally going to happen. So many years spent dreaming about it, fantasizing to it. And now that the moment was here, she was terrified she would awaken once again to find it was simply another dream.

“Courtney is going to skin you alive,” she said, hearing the breathlessness of her voice, the nervousness as she slid into the back of the limo.

“Courtney will survive,” Khalid informed her as Abdul closed the door behind them.

The dark interior surrounded them as Khalid pushed the button to raise the partition between them and Abdul.

Beside her, Shayne watched her silently, his expression tense, filled with lust. Only lust. There was no emotion aside from the affection of a friend, a lover. Khalid could read nothing in the other man that appeared to be a threat to his possession of Marty’s heart.

Khalid’s jaw clenched as Marty shifted, causing the bodice to tighten over her breasts. He wanted to lower the material, wanted to feel the firm weight of the swollen globes in his hands once again.

As he watched, her hand lifted, the painted tips of her fingers stroking over the upper curves of her breasts teasingly. Her fingers shook, but her expression, though filled with wariness, was also filled with curiosity.

Khalid watched her hand, as he knew Shayne was watching as well.

Khalid’s eyes lifted to hers, his body clenching so tightly that he swore bones would break. He met the teasing glint in her eyes.

“I stayed away as long as possible,” he said gently. “Remember that when you begin to learn things you don’t like, little flower. I tried to protect you.”

“You could explain.” There was a somber edge of sadness in her voice.

Khalid glanced at Shayne and read the warning in his gaze. If he didn’t tell her, if he didn’t explain, he could lose her, and not just to the repercussions of his work with her godfather, or to his past. He could lose her by not warning her, by letting her face danger without being prepared.

Her head tilted to the side. “Did you grow horns and I’m somehow missing them, Khalid?” she asked. “Or perhaps you don’t trust me with the truth.”

“Perhaps the horns were there long before you were old enough to imagine what I would want from you. And I would trust you with my life.”

There was blood in his past, the blood of an innocent, the blood of someone who had dared to trust him, dared to love him.

God knew that should he lose Marty in the manner that he had allowed himself to lose Lessa, he could never live with the guilt.

He was aware of Shayne watching, listening, waiting. He had no choice but to tell her the truth. The danger he would become to her from this one night onward would demand that she know the truth of his past, that she would see him for the man he was, rather than the man he wanted to be for her.

“I don’t know, Khalid,” she said quietly. “I rather doubt I’d find a monster. I’d probably simply find a man who found he couldn’t control the world as he once thought he could.”

Khalid sighed. “I haven’t been as careful as I should have been in the work I’ve done for your godfather. My two younger half brothers have learned that I was part of a recent operation that has cost them financially, as well as personally. Because of that, I suspect they’ll make a move soon to strike against me. I did not want you endangered, Marty. I wanted you safe, and that safety is no longer something I can guarantee.”

Shayne watched as Khalid fought to reveal just the information Marty needed, and none of the painful truth of what had happened before he left Saudi Arabia ten years ago. He actually felt sorry for the poor bastard. As strong and as arrogant as Khalid could be, Marty could still bring him to his knees. And how she saw him was still something Khalid struggled with.

He wanted to be a white knight in her eyes, not the dark knight. And there were times he had never understood that it was the dark knight who actually ended up saving the day, the princess, and the world he believed in.

But what Shayne had known, and Khalid had yet to see, was the woman Marty truly was.

At Khalid’s explanation her gaze sharpened, her eyes narrowed, and the agent she had become over the years slipped into the picture.

“What was the operation?”

Shayne had to hide his smile. She would be full of questions now, and hiding the rest of the truth from her would be harder by the day for Khalid. Just as it would be more difficult for these two people to continue denying the emotions they felt for each other. Others saw it. Shayne saw it in both of them. But neither Marty nor Khalid had yet to acknowledge it.

He also doubted that Khalid saw the depth of her love, but it was something Shayne saw, and almost envied. If he were ready to love, then he would definitely have to fight Khalid for this woman.

And Marty didn’t recognize that emotion in herself because, Shayne knew, she had felt it for Khalid for so long, that it had simply become a part of her. It was now as natural as breathing.

“So you believe Ayid and Aman Mustafa are going to try to kill you because of the mission here in D.C.?”

Marty knew far more than she let on. She wasn’t about to allow it to distract her now, though. As she spoke, she allowed her fingers to whisper over the rise of her breasts above the bodice of her dress. Back and forth, stroking, caressing her own flesh until even he could barely think for watching her.

“That is a reasonable explanation,” Khalid murmured.

Shayne almost grinned at the sudden distracted tone in Khalid’s voice. Not that he blamed the other man, watching Marty’s fingertips caress the upper slopes of her breasts was making him insane as well.

“And this is why you’ve stayed away from me all these years?”

Ah, she had him there. Shayne would have glanced at Khalid for his reaction if he wasn’t pretty certain Khalid’s attention was still glued to those fingers as she caressed herself.

“Should we play this safe then?” she asked. “Should I choose another lover, Khalid, hope he’s a member of your illustrious club, and then hope he chooses you as a third?” Her fingers played closer to the edge of the material that barely covered her nipples. “Then you wouldn’t have to worry, would you?”

Shayne’s mouth began to water even as he admired the very delicate, very subtle way she was learning exactly how to ensure that Khalid lost his heart to her. He wondered if she was aware he already had.

Damn, she was frightening. She should be an interrogator. Because she was going to wring every and any truth from Khalid’s lips if he wasn’t very careful.

“Would you enjoy watching me commit murder?” Khalid muttered, then nearly held his breath as she pressed her fingers beneath the bodice and slowly lowered it over the ripe, firm globes of her breasts.

Pale pink nipples, hard and flushed, met his avid gaze as he felt his mouth water for the taste of them.

A quick glance at Shayne showed that the other man was just as entranced. Just as eager and as hungry for a taste of her as Khalid now was.

“Would you commit murder for me?” Her inquiry was but a distant sound to his fogged brain.

“If another man tried to touch you without my direct approval, then yes, I believe I would,” he stated, his attention never wavering as her fingers began to play over her distended nipples.

Damn, that was pretty. Watching her touch herself was almost as torturous as touching her himself. He knew the shape, the silky sweetness, the heat of the firmed flesh. He knew the taste of them, the feel of them against his tongue, and he ached for more.

The strain on his own control was telling. He wanted nothing more than to jerk her to him, pull her over his lap and release the aching length of his cock before pushing inside her.

Better yet, to have Shayne hold her, caress her, gently restrain her as Khalid parted her thighs and allowed the other man to watch his possession of her. To caress her, to push her pleasure higher than she could ever know with a single lover.

The fact that she was a virgin was all that stopped him. Though, leaning closer, his fingers going to her knee as her face began to flush with pleasure, he wasn’t certain if either of them had the strength to pull back.

“You’re beautiful,” Khalid whispered as Shayne slowly moved to press her thighs apart and slide the short skirt of her dress nearly to her hips.

Sliding his fingers over the damp crotch of her panties, Khalid had to clench his teeth to hold back the need to fuck her immediately. How in hell was he going to manage to wait?

“Khalid.” The breathiness in her voice stroked his senses as he pulled the silken material from the bare folds of her pussy and ran his fingers over the silken, slick flesh.

“Let us watch you play with those pretty nipples, sweet flower,” he said as heat flooded his fingers. “I’ll pet your soft little pussy for a minute. Just for a minute, Marty, then we’ll be home.”

Her head fell back against the seat as her fingers pinched at her nipples.

Moving closer, Khalid pressed one knee into the seat beside her as the fingers of one hand worked into the delicate clenched opening of her sex. His other hand tore at the restraints of his slacks, his eyes devouring the sight of her tweaking her nipples as Shayne began to touch her, to caress her thighs, to ease higher as Khalid slid his fingers free of her pussy to allow the other man to touch, to experience the softest flesh in the world.

Releasing the excruciating length of his cock, he had to bite back a groan. He needed her lips on him. He needed her taking him. Shayne began to caress the delicate folds of her cunt. His control was shaky at best at the moment.

“Fuck!” As the thought of this passed through his head while his eyes had closed to hold back the demand, Marty had taken the initiative herself.

Staring down he saw her tongue rimming the swollen crest of his cock. Delicate pink and damp, it was like a stroke of fire as she licked him like a favorite treat.

He watched as Shayne pressed two fingers into the clenched tissue of her pussy in a shallow thrust, as Khalid fought for breath.

“We may not make it home before I fuck you.” Khalid growled out the warning as her lips parted and her mouth began to consume him.

Wet heat. White hot flames. Her lips wrapped around the wide head of his dick and sent his senses drowning in pleasure as she began to suck him with delicate greed.

Nothing could have prepared Khalid for the sight of her taking him so intimately. Her face flushed with pleasure, with hungry demand, her eyes closed as the fingers of one hand attempted to wrap around the base of his cock.

Nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure. The erotic sensation of her lips, her tongue, moving over the swollen crest and sucking it deep inside the snug heat of her mouth sent bolts of electric pleasure racing through his balls, up his spine. His entire body felt surrounded by static sensation as it tingled over his flesh, stroking it with a phantom caress as her tongue whipped over his cockhead like wet fire.

He forgot about Shayne for the moment. He heard her moans, felt them on his cock as Shayne caressed her, touched her, and knew nothing but pure ecstasy.

“God, yes,” he hissed out, fighting for control. “Sweet sweet Marty. Just like that.”

He loved the way her cheeks hollowed, sucking at him hungrily, her tongue licking him greedily. No experience with any other woman had ever been as sensual as watching this woman taking him as though she were starving for the taste of him.

Shayne’s fingers stroked inside her pussy as she sucked Khalid’s dick. He felt the generous flow of juices as she moaned around the flesh fucking her mouth. Pressing against the fragile barrier of her virginity Shayne drew back, ignoring the shifting of her hips, the slight arch of her body as she sought a deeper caress. Damn, she was sweet and hot, pure fire as he touched her while Khalid enjoyed the sweet heat of his mouth.

The gift of her virginity was Khalid’s alone. It was a responsibility he didn’t want, a commitment he had no intentions of sharing. Her innocence was the gift she had for the man she loved. He would enjoy only the pleasures she shared. And that was enough for him.

Stroking her, touching her. God, he ached to taste her.

Moving to the floor between her thighs he glanced up, met Khalid’s gaze, and had to fight to hold back his groan as the other man gave a quick, hard nod in acceptance.

Hell yes, he would taste her. Fuck her sweet pussy with his tongue and fantasize about her lips wrapped around his own dick.

Khalid felt his heart tightening, racing out of control as he stared down at Marty’s flushed face, his senses exploding at the complete abandon in her expression as he took her mouth and watched as Shayne’s head lowered to lick at the sweet delicacy of her pussy.

He could see her in his mind’s eye, stretched out, at the mercy of their touch, steeped in pleasure so rich, so exquisite that she could do nothing but ride the waves of arousal as they washed over her.

Watching his cock press inside her mouth, feeling her cries vibrating around it. The darkness inside him became lost to the sweet pleasure that he knew he would find only with her now.

“Damn you.” He cursed her as well as himself as her tongue rubbed erotically against the underside of his cock.

“I won’t take you here. Not like this,” he groaned, knowing he was so very close to doing just that. He was ready to fuck them both into oblivion here and now. If he did so, then Shayne would have her as well. The other man would press his way into the ultrasnug entrance of her ass and introduce her to a pleasure that she should only know later.

This first time. God help him, this first time had to be for her, for him. He couldn’t bear the thought of another sharing it.

Her lashes lifted. Soft gray eyes had turned stormy, nearly black with the need filling her as he drew back. Watching as his cock pulled free, he wondered with agonized hunger how it would feel to fuck her pussy with the same soft, easy motions.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered as he gripped his cock in his fist and rubbed the head of it against her swollen, cherry red lips.

Shayne was in agony. Licking over the sweet, flushed curves of her pussy, the taste of her like nectar against his tongue, was nearly too much to bear.

She was so responsive, so sweet.

Glancing up he watched as Khalid rubbed the head of his cock over her lips and he couldn’t resist. Cupping the cheeks of her ass in a firm grip he lifted her closer and thrust his tongue deep, hard, into the white-hot entrance of her pussy.

The taste of her exploded against his tongue. Silky, with the barest hint of sweetness and the delicate flavor of feminine heat. It combined to a subtle, addictive flavor that seeped into his senses and left him aching to fuck her as the muscles clenched around his tongue.

“Once I get you home I’m going to eat you with the same greedy hunger as Shayne is eating you now,” Khalid groaned. “Is he fucking your pussy with his tongue, baby, like I did earlier? Is he making you crazy to feel my cock stretching you, taking you as no other man has dared?

She licked at the head of his cock as he held it back from her, crying out in need and in pleasure as she shuddered, her body rocking in Shayne’s grip.

She was close. So close to release. A release he knew Shayne was holding back from her.

“Damn.” Shayne’s head lifted. “Fuck. She tastes like pure heat, Khalid. So fucking hot it burns.”

Just then, the limo pulled into the driveway of the estate. Khalid pulled back from her as Shayne slowly released her then fought to get his cock back in his pants.

Marty looked erotically drugged as Shayne released her. She stared back at Khalid with the dazed, confused expression of a woman who didn’t quite know how to handle the sensations racing through her. God knew, he understood exactly how she felt. Never had such pleasure racked his body.

“I need you.” Her voice was thin and breathless as she tugged at the bodice of her dress to right it as the limo pulled into the driveway of the estate. “I might not survive how desperately I need you.”

Helping her fit the material of her dress back in place over her breasts, Khalid stared back at her, rather humbled by the helplessness she saw on his face.

Independent, willful, his Marty wasn’t a weak woman. Yet the pleasure they shared left her faltering, her hands shaking and her body trembling as Khalid eased her dress back over her thighs.

He leaned forward to touch her lips with his.

What he had meant to be a soft, gentle kiss turned into something more. Lips parted, his as well as hers, and seconds later their tongues were licking, stroking, lips melded together as if they were trying to consume each other.

Khalid drew back, knowing that they had to get out of this car right now. Abdul wasn’t exactly an emergency. He stood patiently after opening the door, waiting on Khalid and Shayne to step from the vehicle before Khalid extended his hand to Marty and helped her from the car.

Sultry summer heat wrapped around Khalid as he helped Marty from the back, like the heat of her body, tinged with moisture, sinking into his flesh and warming the places inside him that had been cold until her touch.

“Abdul, you may retire for the night,” Khalid informed him as he led Marty up the marble steps to the front door, Shayne moving ahead of them. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

A security guard opened the door from the inside, his impassive gaze flickering over them as Khalid escorted Marty inside.

Marty was silent as he led her into the house and up the curved staircase to his bedroom while Shayne headed to the opposite side of the house in silence. The fingers that he held in his hand still trembled, and her breathing, as well as his own, was still slightly labored.

His heart was racing in his chest. Like a youth, the sheer excitement of touching her, of knowing that soon she would belong to him, was nearly the last measure of pressure that his control could take.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, as he pushed open the door to his suite and led her inside.

“No.” Her voice was as unsteady as he knew his own would be if he didn’t control it.

“Hungry?” He closed the door behind them before stepping closer to her and gripping her hips and pulling her to him.

Graceful hands landed against his chest, reminding him that his shirt was undone. Hell, he hadn’t even thought to fix it before leaving the limo. At least his slacks were firmly zipped.

“I’m very hungry.” The tone of her voice assured him that it wasn’t food she wanted.

Her hands reached up, tugging at the edges of his jacket until he shrugged the material from his shoulders. His shirt followed, leaving him naked from the waist up as his fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her dress.

Undressing her took no time. The soft material slid from her body as his lips moved to hers once again, covering them, immersing his senses in the delicate heat and hunger of her arousal.

Marty had never known the desperation for another’s touch that she felt for Khalid’s now. Over the years she had ached for him, needed him, but never with such power that it made her body tremble and left her weak to his touch. So weak she had to fight to stand. To breathe. Her lungs labored as a fragile groan tore from her chest. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fighting to hold on to him as he lifted her against him, moving, gliding to the huge bed at the far end of the open suite.

He didn’t pause as he laid her on the black coverlet. She heard his shoes thud against the soft carpeting, felt his hands tearing at his pants as his kisses grew more demanding and became edged with a sensual roughness that had her heart rate doubling.

Within seconds he was moving over her, hard, hot, naked. His knees parted her legs as his lips moved to her jaw, her neck. Hungry lips moved to her breasts, where he kissed with delicate greed before consuming the ultrasensitive point of her nipple with a hungry mouth.

Marty flinched at the surge of ecstatic pleasure that tore through her. Electric shards of sensation tore from her nipple to her womb; it clenched tight as her clit began to throb with excitement.

It was the most amazing feeling. As though the thinnest of nerve endings connected her nipples, her womb, and her clit. Each tug at the swollen tip caused a surge of heat to travel below, shaking her with the force of the pleasure tearing through her.

“You’re destroying my control,” he groaned, as her fingers curled around the thick erection between his thighs.

“Who needs control?” She could barely force the words past her lips as he moved to her other breast and drew that neglected nipple into his mouth.

Marty arched tightly, a cry tearing from her throat as the need became painful.

Parting her legs as she felt Khalid’s hand stroking down her midriff, she prayed for his touch at the tormented flesh between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed in need, the ache centered deep in her belly and blooming with heat as his fingers slid into the narrow slit between the folds of flesh.

“Khalid!” She cried out his name as he circled her clit, never giving her the touch she needed as his lips began to move down her body.

“I’m going to eat you like candy, baby.”

Sliding between her thighs, he pushed her legs wide, his hands pressing beneath her rear to cup it and lift her to him.

The first touch of his lips made her entire body tense, and a ragged moan echoed from her chest. They circled her clit, drew it inside, and then proceeded to drive her insane as he began to suckle at the little bud.

His tongue stroked over it, around it. Each touch was never firm enough, never fast enough to send her racing over the edge of release that she could feel just out of reach.

His fingers clenched her rear, parting the twin globes and dipping into the narrow crevice there. Drawing the juices that spilled from her pussy back to the snug opening, he began to massage it firmly.

There was too much pleasure. Too many sensations. Marty couldn’t hold her careening senses in place as he stroked her in places where her own fingers had never ventured.

The tiny prick of pleasure pain at her ass had her pressing closer to the caress. The suction of his mouth at her clit destroyed her, the waves of pleasure tearing through her as she writhed beneath the destruction his mouth and tongue created.

Her senses were whirling with the extremeness of sensations. The feel of his calloused palms on the sensitive flesh of her rear had her twisting in his grip, the rasp of them stroking over nerve endings she hadn’t known could be so sensitive.

It was his finger stroking, massaging, pressing against the tender opening of her rear as his lips and tongue sucked and licked at the too sensitive folds of her pussy that drove her to the edge of sanity.

She needed… she wasn’t certain what she needed. She had never felt this. She had never known such pleasure. It built and built. It burned and ached.

“Khalid.” She arched into his grip as his tongue circled her clit with rapid, heated strokes. It flickered over the swollen bud before he sucked it inside once again. At the same time, his finger slipped into the tight entrance of her rear. The alternating, blistering sensations were too much to process, too much to bear.

As his finger stretched her anally and his tongue stroked over her clit rapidly, something exploded, detonated. In a blaze of sensation, a white-hot heat she couldn’t resist, pleasure ruptured inside her and sent her flying, as a strangled scream tore from her throat.

She was dying. She couldn’t live through it. She couldn’t survive it. Ecstasy was a brilliant conflagration whipping through her mind and body.

Marty fought to catch her breath, to still the rapid beating of her heart. Her body shook in the grip of a rapture she couldn’t explain, and one she couldn’t escape.

“Sweet baby.” His voice stroked over her as his hands smoothed along her sides, his lips moving up her stomach to her breasts.

When they reached her lips, the need was burning inside her again.

Opening her eyes, Marty stared up at him, her breath catching at the extreme sensual hunger that tightened his face. That look was as arousing as any touch he had given her so far. The sheer desperate lust, the tightening of his features, the heaviness about his lips, the drowsiness in his eyes, the rivulet of sweat that eased along his dark face. The combination was like a hit of aphrodisiac that surged through her system.

“Khalid.” She breathed his name as his thighs slid between hers, the wide crest of his erection pressing against her pussy.

“Damn. I’ve never done this before.” His breath was heavy, rough, as she stared up at him in surprised amusement.

“You could have fooled me.” She panted, her hands gripping his hard shoulders as he pressed closer, his hips shifting, his cock stretching the untried entrance of her sex.

He almost smiled. “I’ve never taken a virgin,” he growled, as he gripped her hip and pressed closer.

Marty bit her lip as the blooming heat between her thighs sent pinpricks of pleasure pain racing through her nervous system.

“You still haven’t,” she pointed out, as she fought not to groan at the ecstasy building inside her again.

“So I haven’t.” His head lowered, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “Get ready, precious.”

The moan she had tried to hold back slipped free as the head of his cock began to stretch delicate tissue, to stroke nerve endings never before touched.

Crowding sensations began to tear through her. The burning heat of the penetration, the shift and thrust of his cockhead inside her, never going far enough, never fully possessing her as the pleasure began to rise inside her once again.

Marty lost sense of what she knew was coming. She knew only what she wanted, what she needed. She needed him deep inside her. She needed the stroke and thrust of him against tender nerve endings suddenly blazing for touch.

Her hips arched, her legs wrapped around his hips as she writhed beneath him, reaching desperately for more.

“Easy,” he groaned. “Slow and easy, Marty.”

“No.” Her head shook as she tightened around him, fighting to draw him deeper inside her. “Fuck me, Khalid. Now. Please God, now.”

His hips jerked, burying his erection deeper inside her, the burn suddenly building, intensifying as he drew back once before surging forward with a hard, blinding thrust.

Pleasure and pain merged. Fiery heat and desperate hunger blended as Marty cried out his name, her arms tightening around his neck as he buried himself inside her to the hilt.

Excruciating pleasure. There was no other way to describe it, to sense it. A pleasure that bordered pain. A pain that bordered ecstasy.

“Fuck. You’re burning me alive,” he groaned against her lips as she felt his erection throbbing inside her.

“Now.” She could feel the inferno beginning to blaze inside her, the building sensations, the desperation and need that he just move.

“Now.” A gentle nip at her lips, and he was moving.

Marty stared up at him, watching the expression of building pleasure as it tightened his face, feeling the exquisite rapture racing inside her as he began to fuck her with deep, heavy strokes.

Pleasure began to escalate inside her, to whip across her nerve endings as her body began to demand more, her senses becoming lost in the hunger tearing through him.

Tightening her legs around his hips, tilting her hips to the stroke and drive of his, she let the building pleasure escalate. She didn’t bother to fight it. She knew better than to try to control it. Ecstasy was just a heartbeat away, one last surrender to fulfillment.

She gave him that surrender. Her body tightened around him, the delicate muscles clenched and milked his cock as each thrust became harder, pushing inside her, stretching her, impaling her with heated hunger as the explosions began to detonate through her body.

The cry that echoed around her was her own. Her body tightened, arched, then began to tremble as white-hot impulses of sensation began to tear through it.

Raking her nails along his back, she cried out his name as she felt each thrust increase until a strangled groan tore from his throat. She felt the heated, furious blasts of his release inside her. The sensation triggered another fiery burst of pleasure through her body, another orgasm that drew her tight within his arms and forced a cry from her lips.

It was rapture. It was dying and being reborn. It was agony and ecstasy, and Marty knew in that moment that she had lost something in his arms that she may never be able to regain again.

She had, in all possibility, lost her heart.

Gently, Khalid cleaned Marty’s exhausted body as she dozed. With a soft, warm cloth he wiped the perspiration from her face, her neck, and her breasts. From between her thighs he cleaned the sweet juices and the excess of their passion before toweling her dry and pulling the blankets gently over her body.

Donning comfortable cotton pants, he sat at the edge of the bed for long moments, trying to speak, trying to tell her the rest of the truth, the mistakes he had made. The reason why it was so important that he not lose her.

She was tired, he told himself. He could tell her when the sun rose, when he perhaps had more information on his brothers.

His contacts should know something by now, he assured himself. He would speak to them first, then he would speak to her.

Bending to her he kissed Marty’s forehead gently then rose from the bed and quietly left the room to allow her to sleep.

He had to know where his half brothers were, what their plans were and if they had targeted Marty. And if they had, then he had a decision to make. Plans to put together. Killing in cold blood was far different than taking down a terrorist cell.

They would stop at nothing to kill Marty. And that was something he could never allow.

Now, he had to protect her, even if it meant becoming the coldblooded killer his brothers accused him of being.