Kariati looked over his
shoulder.
His breath left him in a
rush. He turned away from the door, captivated by the dancing
woman. She was lush full figured temptation. Hungrily he took
in her bountiful breasts, voluptuous curves and shapely legs.
She turned away from him on her high-heeled, caramel-coloured
boots. Kariati raised his hand to his mouth and bit his
knuckle to stifle a whimper. His mouth watered with the need
to lick across her plump rounded ass.
He took a step towards her.
The woman turned to face him. She stopped and stared. Closing
the distance between them Kariati reached for her with his
senses. Shocked, he watched the woman, a human woman,
who had captured all his senses. Reaching her, he memorised
her delectable honey-toned face, her satiny forehead, rich
chocolate brown eyes with sexy lashes, sculptured cheeks,
luscious lips, and round chin. The combination was an
enticement he was powerless to resist. Leaning into the woman,
he inhaled. Her sweet, musky arousal filled his senses.
Silent, he pulled her to him. The woman came to him.
Swivelling his hips, he felt her body against his. A harsh
breath escaped the sensual vixen who had captured him in her
thrall. Countering his movement, he held her hips. The woman
followed his motions moving against his rapidly hardening
erection.
He raised a hand and lifted
her long braided dark reddish brown hair from her shoulder.
Still moving in time with the music, Kariati lifted the edge
of her braid to his cheek and stroked it along his face. He
purred at the silkiness against his skin. The woman moaned
softly. He put one hand behind her back, pulling her closer to
him and smiled.
Halle took a breath. His
heady masculine scent cloyed around her, invading her senses.
When she had seen the man by the door watching her, she’d been
ensnared by his powerful presence. Even from across the room,
she had felt his eyes on her almost like a physical touch. He
strode towards her with a confident arrogance she had found
intoxicating. Each step was like a sexual movement that made
her pussy pulse with wetness, preparing for his taking. The
closer he came the more she wanted to be in his arms. It
wasn’t until he was closer that she saw his face. She’d locked
her knees to keep from falling. His sun-kissed skin made her
tongue ache to lick every part she could. His thick curly
lashes framed his intense blue-green gaze. The hunger in his
eyes had almost brought her to her knees. Harsh planes of
desire had carved his perfectly put together features—broad
forehead, chiselled cheeks, lush lips and slightly pointed
chin—into a savage look.
When he had partially closed
his eyes and inhaled, she had gone weak. His forceful grip had
kept her standing. Her pussy creamed even more at the brush of
his hands on her ass. Halle had been powerless to do anything
but move in time with the wanton sway of his hips. The length
of his cock had rubbed against her slacks, burning a trail of
heat. Cuddling into his hard masculine body she noted how they
fit together. At her height of six feet it was hard to find a
man who was so much taller than her. It created a feeling of
fragile feminine awareness she had never experienced before.
He had taken her braid and stroked it against his face. She
moaned at the purr that rumbled out of his massive chest. His
hot hand cupped her back, holding her close.
Reaching up, she grabbed his
inky black hair. Whatever held it gave way and his hair
covered her fingers. Staring into his eyes she stood on tiptoe
and sealed her lips to his. The man’s decadent chuckle filled
her mouth.
So soft. His lips are so
soft.
Murmuring she leaned into him.
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