Page 7 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
I stood up slowly, the towel still clutched to my chest. Khalid didn’t flinch. His eyes dropped to my thighs again, dark and intentional. “You gon’ keep holdin’ that towel like it’s protectin’ you from somethin’?” he asked, low and cocky.
I raised a brow. “And if I am?”
His grin widened, but his voice was all control. “Then I’ll wait. But don’t fool yourself. Ain’t a towel in the world thick enough to keep me outta your head now.”
My breath caught. Because it wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said them. Like he already knew the thoughts racing through my mind. Like he already felt the wetness gathering between my thighs. Like he knew my pussy was throbbing just from the sound of his voice alone.
I didn’t say a word. Just let the towel fall. It hit the floor like a white flag. Khalid didn’t move but his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched like it took everything in him not to leap from that chair and snatch me off my feet. His eyes dragged over my body slowly, like he was taking inventory of the very thing he’d been resurrected to devour.
I felt my nipples harden under the weight of his stare. I felt my thighs press together like they were trying to contain the need he kept waking up with every second that passed.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he said, voice low and rough.
I cleared my throat, trying to steady myself. “So what now? You gonna give me some magic dick and disappear?”
He chuckled, deep and warm. “Exactly,” he said, standing. He walked toward me slowly. Confidently. He stood in front of me now. Close enough that the heat off his skin rolled over me like smoke. Close enough for me to see the glint of his gold chains rising and falling with every breath he took.
“You said you wanted pressure,” he whispered. “Said you wanted a man that could handle you.” I shivered. “You said you wanted a real one. A grown one. One who knew what the fuck he was doin’ with his mouth and his dick.”
He reached up and gripped my throat firmly. Just enough pressure to make my lips part, just enough to remind me I wasn’t in control anymore. My breath caught as his thumb slid along my jaw, and then he leaned in and inhaled. It was slow and deep like my scent was something he’d been starving for.
“Goddamn,” he murmured, voice dropping into something darker. “You smell good as fuck.” His lips moved to my neck, and he kissed me there. It was low, deliberate, and right over that sensitive spot that made my knees threaten to give out. His tongue flicked against my skin, and the way he licked and dragged his mouth over me made my whole body jolt.
A moan slipped out, quietly, almost shameful, and Khalid didn’t let it slide. “Uh uh,” he growled against my neck, his grip on my throat tightening just a little. “Don’t do that shit.”
I whimpered again, and his other hand slid down to my waist, fingers digging into my hip like he was claiming it.
“Don’t you ever hold that shit in around me,” he said, voice thick with demand. “If it feel good, let that shit out. You understand me?”
I nodded quickly, too breathless to speak.
“Good,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear now. “Now lemme ask you somethin’,” His tongue dragged across my earlobe before his words dropped so low, I felt them more than I heard them. “Can I kiss that pussy the way it deserves to be kissed?” My thighs clenched on instinct. My mouth went dry. I felt every pulse between my legs like a drumline. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.
The way he said it was slow, good, and deep as hell, like he wasn’t asking to be polite. He was asking, so I could process what was coming.
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“L a yb a c k.”
His voice wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic. It was a command. The kind that didn’t come with options, only consequences.
And the way I was trembling? Shit, I didn’t want to test him either. I eased onto my back, breathing hard, my thighs already slick. Khalid watched me settle, his eyes glued to my body like he knew, without touching me, he had full control. He reached up and peeled off his jacket and tossed it on the floor.
“Keep your eyes open,” he said. “Don’t miss none of this.”
His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. One by one, he undid them, revealing dark brown skin stretched over a bodythat God took his time with. Shoulders broad. Chest strong. Abs deep enough to make you clench just looking at them. His tattoos crawled across every inch with black ink that told stories.
He let the shirt drop to the floor, and I damn near forgot how to breathe. “You good?” he asked, head tilted just slightly. I nodded, but clearly, that wasn’t enough. “Say it.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m good.”
He gave me a grin that could make a woman do time. “Bet.”
He unbuckled his belt next. The clink of metal made my pulse jump. He dropped his pants and kicked them off. Now it was just him, standing in nothing but his boxer briefs, dick heavy and begging to be freed. He dragged his hand down the front slowly, adjusting himself like he knew I was staring.
He climbed onto the bed and dragged my legs open wide, eyes locked between them. “This pussy mine tonight.” Khalid dipped his head and licked through my pussy like he belonged there. One slow, wet stroke from bottom to top. My legs twitched. My hand flew to my mouth. His hands clamped my thighs back open before I could flinch again. “Stop movin’,” he said. “Take this shit like you asked for it.”
Then he did it again. This time, it was longer and deeper. His beard scratched just right. His tongue rolled over my clit, then circled it slowly before sucking it into his mouth. My back arched off the bed.
