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"Desire for you is eating away at my insides," he admitted hoarsely. "I cannot stop thinking about you. I don't know what the hell to do."

"Want me to give you a suggestion?" she asked huskily.

"No," he laughed a little harshly. "It's something I have to figure out for myself. You're spending the night."

"Conail--"

"You're staying." His arrogant tone had her lifting a brow.

"I need you."

He felt his bones liquefying at the simple statement. It was said in all honesty, no guiles -- not an ounce of coyness, no effort to try and get him to persuade her. He was not used to such honesty, and it broke away the edge of cynicism that he had placed over his heart.

"Yasmine." He whispered her name like an entreaty and had her moving towards him.

"I'm going to hurt you. I cannot help it. This monstrous need for you--" Breaking off, he took her hand and led her to the bed. Taking his time, he carefully guided her up the steps. He was determined to take it slow, even if it killed him and it might very well do so.

He kissed her forehead, the tenderness bringing tears to her eyes. When he kissed her eyes closed, she reached for him, but he evaded her hands.

"Not yet. If you touch me it will be all over." Pulling her hands to her sides, he trailed his fingers down her neck, until he was peeling off the shoulders of her dress.

Murmuring deep in his throat, he pushed the soft material down and waited until she stepped out of it before tackling her bra.

His eyes flew to her face when she gasped.

"What is it?"

"My nipples." She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

"Sensitive?"

She nodded, her head arching as he ran his thumbs over the rigid flesh.

"Conail." His name was a whisper coming from her lips.

"Soon." He pushed her down on the bed gently and knelt to take off her boots. Putting them to the side, he ran his hands up and down the silky stockings she had on before taking them off.

Yasmine had to bite back the sob as he continued to massage her calves. Going on his knees, he caressed her thighs, his eyes on her face. He had to fight the urge to just take her.

Rising, he made short work of stripping off his clothes. She felt the pleasure wash over her as she stared at his lean body. His chest was heavy with muscles and his stomach washboard flat. Her eyes boldly swept his full sex and she felt the excitement thrumming inside her. She could not wait to get him inside her.

But he had other plans. Lifting her legs, he placed them on the bed and had her scooting up against the mound of pillows.

"Don't move," he instructed. Starting from her lips which he brushed gently, he continued down to her neck and throat. All the while his fingers were splayed possessively on her belly.

When he reached her breasts, she was already vibrating with need.

He suckled gently, one hand drifting down to cup her sex. As soon as he pressed his palm down, she climaxed, tearing sobs echoing around the room as the white-hot fever shot through her body.

She had hardly drifted back down when he was tormenting her again. He kissed her stomach, open-mouthed kisses that left a trail of moisture in their wake. Her eyes popped wide open when he parted her thighs and used his tongue and teeth to send her into a wild and ferocious storm that had her crying out his name.

She reached for him blindly as he came alongside her. His body was throbbing, one long ache that was spiraling out of control. Crushing her mouth, he swallowed her cries, his hand splayed over her stomach.

Sliding beneath her, he lifted her hips so that she was suspended over him. Gray-green eyes swirled with emotions, his hands trembling as he lowered her slowly so that she could sheath him.

A groan escaped him, and he felt as if the top of his head was about to explode. His hands drifted to her full breasts as she started to ride him. He was fighting to slow things down, but it was too late. As soon as she started moving it was all over. He watched through narrowed eyes as she arched her back, fingers curling into the hairs on his chest.

Lifting his head, he seized a nipple and suckled hungrily. Her body splintered, the pleasure so intense, she was sure she would never live to see another minute. Driving into her, Conail felt his own body gathering strength and without warning, he was following helplessly behind her.

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