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The room filled up with her breathless moans and I wrapped her long hair around my fist, tugging her head back. She whimpered and I placed my free hand on her stomach, lifting her up.

Her head rolled back onto my shoulder and she arched her back off my chest. I slowly ran my fingers down her stomach, stopping between her thighs. “Antonio,” she whined as I teased her clit.

“I know baby,” I kissed her neck.

My thrusts started off slow, making her mouth gape open to moan. “I want to touch you,” she breathlessly said and I grinned. “Please,” she pleaded, placing her hands down flat on my stomach.

“Let me do all the touching,” I whispered in her ear, applying pressure to her clit. I used my free hand to mold her breast in my hand. I brushed my thumb over her hard nipple and she smiled, biting her bottom lip.

“Right—right there,” she leaned her head forward to look between her legs. “I—oh God,” she cried. “Ohhh,” she whimpered.

“God’s not in this room right now, Nirah,” I rubbed her clit and she moaned. “I am,” I sunk my teeth into her shoulder and she let out a cry of pleasure. I sucked on her delicate skin, ramming into her.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room and I groaned, holding back my own orgasm.

“Right there,” she sighed.

“That’s right, tell me how you like it,” I trailed my tongue over the shell of her ear and she shuddered.

She tilted her head to the left as I sucked every single inch of her neck.

She was a hot, sweaty mess and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She’sperfect.

I felt her body tense as she reached her orgasm, soaking my erection.

Throwing her head back onto my shoulder, I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly.

Placing my hands on her waist, I slowly pulled out of her and she heavily exhaled. I kissed up her collarbone and then her jaw. She turned to look at me and I pecked her lips. They’re so soft.

I untied her hands and carried her to my bathroom. I cleaned her up and after we both got dressed, we headed back downstairs.

“You okay?” I tried hiding a smile as she winced, taking a step.

“Just a little sore,” she nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. “No biggy,” she sweetly smiled and I wrapped my arm around her waist while we head downstairs.

“How was Bible study?” Aurora asked, grinning behind her glass of juice as she took a sip.

CHAPTER 31

Nirah

HE SERIOUSLY USED ‘Bible study’ as an excuse.

“Ask Nirah,” he said with his hand still on my waist. “She was the one crying out—”

“Please,” she cut him off. “Too much information,” she raised her hands.

Antonio and I separated, and I headed to one of the tables to grab something to eat. I was starving, but my nerves made it impossible to eat tonight.

I couldn’t stop replaying the interaction with his father in my head. I wanted his parents to like me. His family.What if his father doesn’t approve of me and it causes issues? What if everyone else also thinks I’m not enough?

What happened to confident Nirah? Well, she left as soon as she found out that his father could try and stop the wedding!But he can’t. Yes, he can!Nirah calm down, and breathe. This is not the time to consult the voices in your head about your problems. Huh. Would you look at that? Maybe I am crazy.Wow, thanks, little voice in my head.You’re welcome.

“Hey, slow down,” Antonio said with a gentle hand on my lower back, and I turned towards him. “Whats going on? You only stuff your face like this when you’re anxious.”

I swallowed hard. “I need to pee,” I lied, trying to walk past him, but he put his arm out, stopping me.

“What’s going on, Nirah?” he suspiciously asked, and I showed him a closed-mouth smile, shaking my head. “Nirah,” he lowered his tone to a warning.