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“You’re the boss,” she said.

Tarek smiled. He stood and shrugged off his trench. She sat up and watched him remove his gloves and place them on the nightstand. He stepped out of his shoes and undid his belt. He drew down his pants. He removed his turtleneck.

“Tarek?” Kassidy gasped. “What happened to you?” she asked. He stared at her. She looked at the tattoos covering his body. There were eight-point stars on his knees and one to his chest. And he had a spider on a web on his shoulder. A large religious symbol of a Madonna and child was on his torso. She couldn't make out what was on his neck and arms in the dark but she could see that there was more.

“What does it mean Tarek?”

“Life,” he said. “My past, my present, my future. Mine and yours. You were with me when it started in Alaska. You were with me in prison.”

“It looks dangerous,” Kassidy smiled.

“You can handle it lisichka.”

Kassidy eased off the side of the bed. She loved the tattoos. They were so sexy to her. So mean and dangerously mysterious. She ran her hand over the design to his chest. It was beautiful. She stepped back and he stared at her in the dark. He waited. She pushed down her skirt and reached behind her to lower the zipper. And she did this slowly without taking her eyes off him. The unveiling was the best tease. He had to slow his greed. She wasn’t his one hundred percent not yet. She didn't understand the world she would belong too. The new rules she would live bye. He would have to teach her, remake her. But his Kassidy was a chameleon. She had been one since her family died in a fire. His love for her would shield them from her demons, and his own. They were perfectly made for one another. He could read the torment over her convictions in her eyes, and hear it in her voice when she spoke her devotion. He didn’t blame her. She spent four years convincing herself that what they had was not the reality she deserved. He’d show her. He’d prove himself worthy. And he’d lie, steal, and cut throats to do it.

Kassidy unzipped her boots and took them off once the skirt came down. She removed her sweater next.

“Does anyone know you’re here?” she asked. “The people that did that to your body?”

He chuckled.

She unfastened her bra. Her breasts dropped free. She removed her panty last.

“Tarek? What’s the plan? What’s the game?”

He walked over to her. He moistened his lips as he looked at what would belong to him forever. “No more games. Later for the rest, Kassidy.” He wanted her now.

“I love you,” she said. “I always have.” She kissed him. It was Kassidy that pulled him down on the bed. He couldn’t stop looking at her body. How beautiful she was, but kissing her was the ultimate treat as well. The ravishment of her mouth, lips, went further. He swiped his tongue down her neck to her nipple then teasingly drew it into his mouth. There were some changes to her body. She had wider hips and fuller breasts. He wanted to growl his dick was so cramped with arousal. Fuck! She was sexy as hell to him. Tarek thrust into her and received nothing but tight resistance. He pinned her down with her wrists above her head. He dropped his forehead on hers and thrust several times until he breeched and was all the way in. Her beautiful eyes stretched, and when he began to pump faster and faster, he watched as her long lashes fluttered shut and then lowered with desire. When their bellies rubbed and her juicy titties scraped his pecs, he nearly climaxed. Years of pleasuring himself to nothing but her memory had left him weak. But he pushed himself to be strong and endure.

Kassidy’s thick, soft thighs clasped around his waist and held tight. He came up on his arms peering down at her as he glided every inch of his manhood in and out of her hot cinching channel. He glanced between them and down the line of their body to see his dick pull out and then disappear back into her. She grabbed his face and made him look into her eyes. She needed him focused on her. Didn’t she realize that he was?

Tarek released. It was too soon, he knew. He was a man that had been nearly starved to death on lack of affection. This was too much too soon. Still he kept moving as he jerked out his release into her. He collapsed on her, exhausted.

“Again, I want more,” he kissed the side of her face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.”

She hugged him and kept her legs fastened around his waist. He lay there on top of her for a long moment before he turned to his side and pulled out of her.

“I don’t know what happened,” he said weakly.

“We happened. It’s us. It feels so nice,” she groaned.

Tarek closed his eyes.

50.

After a short nap Tarek’s eyes opened. Kassidy lay on her pillow staring at his chest. She traced the star on his heart with her finger. Did she even bother with sleeping?

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” she said. “You got these in prison, right?”

“Right. You okay?” he asked.

“I guess so,” she smiled. “It’s just strange. And you look different. These tattoos, do they have meaning?”

“I’ll tell you the story in time. Okay?” He touched the side of her face. “First let's focus on us.”

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