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Chapter 11- Heat of the Moment (Part 1)

This is the restricted part of Chapter 11 for Heat of the Moment. Please be advised that the following scene is graphic in nature and may not be suitable for younger audiences.

Heat of the Moment

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Chapter 11 (Restricted)

Tarek hovered above Leana, touching her with only his lips, then with his tongue. He was insidious in his demand. His strong teeth tracing and nipping at her curves. Using his tongue, he soothed the slight sting left behind before thrusting his tongue back in her mouth demandingly until she closed her lips around it, desperate to hold it still.

The rich dark taste of cinnamon filled her mouth and Leana fought for more of it all the while vaguely aware of this new power that Tarek seemed to hold over her.

She knew she should have been frightened, she knew she should have been scared, but she wasn’t. All she could think about was his taste, his touch and these fanatical sensations that he had incited within her.

Tarek growled.  A distinct harsh rumble of hunger as she closed her delectable little lips around his tongue. She sucked on it, moaned deeply at the faint taste of sweet spice and suddenly needed more, much more.

His hands gripped the side of her face as his mouth deftly slanted over hers, driving her even crazier with the hot, sensual caresses.

Leana could feel her body burning brighter, hotter. Her breasts ached, the nipples hard little points begging for his attention as he moved even closer to her.

“You taste so good my little dragon. So very sweet.” His roughened voice caused her to shiver with pleasure as he pulled back, staring down at her. He narrowed his eyes. “I wonder how much better the rest of you tastes.”

Tarek maneuvered his body so that his knee slid between her legs, pressing against the hyper sensitive mound between her thighs.

“What is happening to me,” she whispered desperately. Her small hands tightened on his hips as she shivered with such an exquisite pain that rocked along the lines of heat and pleasure.

His hard thigh moved against her mound and Leana wondered again if Tarek could feel the wetness leaking from her body. Part of her wanted to tear herself away from him; and the other part of her wanted to jerk him closer. Her warring needs raged within her, fighting a battle that she had yet to understand.

“Making you forever mine Leana.” he growled. “Fate has made her choice baby. I can’t change that. And I sure as hell won’t regret it either.” His lips moved to her ear, his tongue sensually caressing around the sensitive skin that he found there as she valiantly fought for her every breath.

“I can’t do this,” she cried out while her body undulated under his. As much as Leana hated to admit it, she needed to touch him, she needed to feel both the heat and the hardness that he offered her.

Her head fell back against the ground as his lips worked their way down her neck. His practiced fingers pulled at her shirt, slipping it over her head as the air around them crackled with blistering need.

“Shush, baby,” Tarek whispered low as his mouth slowly made it way over her collarbone. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

“How pretty,” he whispered as his gaze swept over her perfect breasts. “So full and so swollen. I can hardly wait to take one of those hard little nipples in my mouth my little dragon.”

She whimpered at his words. Tarek lifted his head, his eyes going over the full curves of her body that rose and fell so hypnotically. She was so perfect for him, so damn perfect that he could feel himself losing control for her.