“Like what you see, Sweetness?” he teased as she drank him in from where she lay on the bed. He really looked as if he was a marble statue that came to life—like the ones in Greece where the sculptors carved the likeness of the gods they worshipped into living stone. Soraya had always wanted to see those sculptors…and here Sorenth was.

He was lean, and his skin was drawn so taut across his body that every muscle—every sinew of muscle—was displayed for her to see. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, where her hazy eyes traced the ridges of his abdomen to the deep v-line that disappeared below his belt. She could imagine herself tracing that line with her tongue until she reached a far more intoxicating part of his body.

Soraya ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Looking up at him, she crooked a finger in a come-hither motion. What was the point of not admitting she wasn’t attracted to him? Like he couldn’t see the very evidence of what he was doing to her. With so little effort…

He leaned down, placing his well-toned arms on either side of her, effectively caging her between him and the bed. Something inside Soraya purred at the way he so willingly followed her demands.

“This is a very lovely top on you, Sweetness.” His fingers played with the flimsy metallic material, hooking into the side of it as he traced a path downward, right along the soft curve of her breast. Her whole body shivered. She tried to wrap her numb legs around his waist, but she could barely lift them off the bed. He hummed, clearly enjoying the way she responded to his every touch. “The question I have is: Should it stay on while I fuck you into this bed?”

He was teasing her again. Dragging his damn finger up and down the side of her breast, no longer hiding behind the pretense of admiring her top. Pulling her thoughts together, she clenched her jaw and unclenched it to ground herself from the onslaught of pleasure her body was greedily taking in. It was getting harder and harder to think above the rushing of her blood. But she had to come up with something witty to say, something that would knock this arrogant asshole off his perch. She opened her mouth, and all that came out was a needy moan.

The slow, wicked curve of his lips was matched by a husky laugh, and she hated how easily he could pull himself together—teasing, laughing, looking infuriatingly hot—while she felt like a hot mess. Desperately wanting him to fuck her brains out and hating how obvious it must be.

Having enough of his cocky attitude, she leaned forward to make her strike.

Catching his lips between her teeth, she bit down and felt a thrill of pride shoot through her when he moaned. Letting go of his bottom lip, she suckled gently on the bruise she created.

One moment, she felt like the queen of the world, and the next, she felt herself tumble off her throne when his crafty fingers found the fabric of her soaking crotch, moved it to the side, and plunged one finger into her dripping folds.

A choked sound left her mouth.

“You want to play dirty? Then let’s play,” he whispered wickedly onto her lips. He gripped the front of her top, and before she understood what he was doing, he ripped it completely from her body. She felt the flimsy strings snap across her back before a rush of cold, cold air blew across her body, making her nipples harden painfully.

Soraya gasped at the sensation.

Before she could get used to the cold blowing in from God knows where, a second finger slipped inside her, joining the first. Between the cold and his long, slender fingers buried inside her slick heat, her mind went blank, and all she could do was open her mouth, sucking in a gasping breath.

Her hips jerked mindlessly off the bed towards him, another low moan escaping the back of her throat as his palm ground into her clit.

He pulled his fingers out to the very tips and then slowly pushed them back in. Her head fell back between her shoulder blades as her focus split between the pleasure between her legs and the painful, aching points of her nipples.

Once again, he leisurely pulled his fingers out. She anticipated the next push in and undulated her hips to match his slow rhythm, but instead, he withdrew completely. His fingers, now covered in her own juices, traced along her wet folds. Whimpering, she reached for his hand, desperate to return them where they had been.

The bastard chuckled under his breath and flung her hand away. She was just about to snap at him to stop his teasing when two fingers dragged up her center and began to lightly trace around her clit. The protest died in her throat as he worked her with deft fingers, her hips moving on their own, chasing the pleasure that was quickly building. Another one of his wicked fingers entered her.

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Sorenth kneeled before her, both hands between her legs now as he pumped into her and worked her clit. Soraya’s body tightened as her climax edged closer and closer, her body trembling as he overwhelmed her with his skilled hands.

She was so focused on those hands that she wasn’t prepared when he rose up and used his blazing hot mouth to suck in her stiff, aching nipple. He showed her no mercy as he sucked and abused her tight little nub. Her mouth parted in a silent scream from the pleasure that came from the pain.

Hands tangled in the sheets, mouth gaping open, her orgasm overtook her entire body.

As her limbs twitched in the aftershocks of her climax, she could hear the sound of rustling clothes. She lifted her head just in time to meet his lips as he bore down on her. Lifting one numb leg onto his shoulder, he pushed her other leg to the side, spreading her nice and wide. He didn’t bother to tease her when he lined up the head of his cock to her entrance and slammed in.

Groaning, her voice caught in her throat as he began to fuck her dripping pussy, having already laid the groundwork to loosen her up just the way he wanted her. Setting a brutal pace, she could do nothing but relax her legs and grip the bedsheets into tight fists so he could fuck her into that bed just like he promised.

After a moment, she was able to find her voice. She screamed out his name as his hips slammed into her over and over and over again. There was no other sound to be heard except the slapping of their skin and their shared heavy breaths.

And if she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could smell coconut and cedarwood wafting through the air. Sex never smelled so intoxicating.

The leg on his shoulder shook with her next orgasm. She gasped and gasped again when he rolled his hips just right, rolling against her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Her body was like a tight coil as her orgasm continued to the point she could feel the beginning of a cramp in her back.

When her breath finally caught up to her, she sucked in the precious air, willing it to circulate to her brain after what felt like an eternity without oxygen. And just as she was about to regain her sanity, he grabbed her leg and used it to flip her over on her stomach.

His fists landed beside her head a second before his cock slammed back into her, fucking her from behind. The sound of her wet pussy being used pounded into her eardrums right next to her heartbeat.

A second later, she came again. Spasming, her pussy didn’t have time to recover as he yanked out of her, the heat of his body disappearing, and she didn’t have to wonder long where he went when she felt his hot mouth suck her poor clit between his lips. She screamed, oversensitive from all the pleasure she was experiencing in short, rapid succession. She tried to claw her way up the mattress, but both his hands gripped her hips, pinning her to the bed.

Legs spasming around his head, she couldn’t escape the tortured pleasure as she came on his bowed lips, her eyes flying shut as stars burst in her vision, making her lightheaded.

Floating down from cloud nine, she barely registered as he climbed back over her body. His breath was in her ear, and she was worried that he wasn’t finished with her just yet.

Did he even come yet?

“Mother above,” he panted into the side of her head, breath stirring her hair. “That’s…” He groaned, burying his head into her neck, and took a deep breath.

Soraya wanted to open her eyes but found that she couldn’t. She had been thoroughly pleasured to the point of exhaustion. The mind fog that lingered from earlier was still clogging her head, but the need for release had been sated, so she just lay there, drifting in contentment.

She had no clue what Sorenth was doing with his nose buried in the crook of her neck, but she didn’t mind it. His presence was almost soothing, and her body relaxed as she felt herself sink deeper into the bed. She could have easily drifted off to sleep if it weren’t for the scent of coconut and cedarwood, which had her nose twitching at its persistent allure.

Sorenth…

Soraya could feel Sorenth’s heaving chest against her back. He was not as relaxed as she was at that moment. She wanted to ask him how he was doing when he reared up…and went completely still.

Confused by his sudden change in demeanor, she tried to rouse herself, but her body was still offline. His panting had cut off—as if he was holding his breath.

In the next moment, she felt his fingers brush her hair behind her ear. A soft, wondrous exclamation escaped his lips, and she felt herself being turned over. He cradled her against his chest, one hand cupping her face with a tenderness he hadn’t shown her earlier.

“Sweetness, give me your eyes.” Her eyebrows twitched. She just wanted to go to sleep. “Sweetness, this is important. Look at me,” he all but begged. She groaned in the back of her throat as his thumb swiped across her cheek. “Sweetness,” his tone shifted to a warning this time.

Managing to crack her eyes open, she looked up at his astonished face. She wanted to be mad at him for keeping her from rest, but one glance into his angelic features and all was forgiven.

“Sweetness, give me your name. What’s your name?” He asked desperately, his eyes scanning her face as if seeing it for the first time.

What’s his deal? She grumpily asked herself. Even if she could speak right now, why was it so important for him to know her name at that moment? She felt her eyes drooping. He hadn’t bothered asking her name earlier, and surely, he could wait after a quick nap. Although, maybe falling asleep in a stranger’s hotel room wasn’t the best idea for her.

“Sweetness.” There was distress in his voice this time as her body relaxed in his embrace. He cursed under his breath. “Don’t worry; we’ll figure this curse out, my mate.”

Curse? Mate?

What interesting words.