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Oman felt as though he was on cloud nine. Finally, he could have her with her own consent.

The scent of her body, so feminine and enticing, provoked his troubled mind even more. All his senses were seduced by this young girl.

Oman wanted this. He needed this. There was that ever-present worry in his head about how she would handle him.

I'll try to be gentle. He promised himself in his mind.

She had an adorable button nose and full lips. He saw the flush spreading across her soft cheeks and couldn't help but admire her more.

"Why are you so pretty, Tara?" he said in his rasped voice, while kissing her forehead lovingly.

He trailed kisses down her neck. Suddenly she felt cold and clammy, except for the hot breath of Oman in her neck.

"You are also pretty," she said with a shaky voice.

Oman chuckled, his head still in her neck.

He wanted to tell her that he was far from the word "pretty." He was a monster, if he could be described in a single word.

She tried to think of something to say, but her brain seemed to be in a fog. She realised their faces were getting closer together but was unsure which of them was moving.

She had a vague inkling the situation was getting too awkward, but she felt powerless to do anything about it.

Oman smashed his lips on her, kissing her lips like he was quenching his thirst for her.

It felt so strange, in a good way. Tara never knew the strange feeling in her ever existed.

She stroked her fingers through his brown hair affectionately. She opened her mouth unknowingly.

It was a good chance for Oman, because the next moment his tongue was in her mouth. exploring every bit of her sweet mouth.

After a while of kissing her senselessly, he noticed Tara was getting out of breath.

He sucked on her lower lip and then backed away. Instantly, he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm to show how much he cared for her.

As he looked down at her shining face and felt her soft hand in his, Oman's mouth went dry, and a rush of emotion, almost too strong to identify, overwhelmed him.

His predatory eyes scanned her sheer beauty. With a girl this naive and gullible, he would never find a better partner.

He never wanted to be in a relationship, but now he wanted to be everything for her and wasn't having any doubts about it.

He would be a great husband or her protector, whatever she would call him.

Whatever this is, it's a truly bizarre feeling. He ran his hand softly across Tara's cheek.

She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning into his touch. He smelled nice. Warm. Strong. It drew her in. made her want to get closer to him.

She liked him too, and he was convinced of it. When they shared their last kiss, she herself admitted that her heartbeat increased every time they were close.

"I feel like I don't have any self-control." He muttered to himself, but Tara heard him clearly as they were so close.

He slid his hands across her sides. She had a tight waist. He could wrap his big hands all the way around it.

"You really want me?" He sweetly asked her.

"Yes," Tara answered nervously when his hands traced down her arms before settling on her hips.

His dark, passionate eyes burned into her like a hot flame. His

Her encircling arms were like bands of fire, scorching her. His touch was torture. Helpless, like a trapped wild thing, she lay against him, panting and trembling, her wide eyes fixed on him.

He lowered the loose dress from her shoulder. The soft, flawless skin of her shoulder came into view. Not wasting any time, he lashed out at her lips again.

He wanted more of her skin. He was struggling to be gentle and not tear the dress when he pulled it further down, revealing the swell of her breasts.

He snuggled his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling on her shoulder; his mouth was halfway open when she giggled.

"What," he said still in her neck, but he didn't stop giving butterfly kisses on her neck.

She again chuckled and pushed him back.

He looked at her carefully and saw she was grinning.

"It's so ticklish," she cooed.

He traced his hand along her outer thighs.

"Stop," she giggled again.

"Tara, what the..." she cut him in between.

Pushing him away by his chest, she sat up on the bed.

"What I can do Wherever you touch me, I feel ticklish. "Don't you feel it when someone touches you?" She frowned at him.

He clicked his tongue.

"No, I don't," they both said, looking at each other with serious expressions.

"Never?" was it possible for a human to have no funny bone in their body?

"We can try," she said as amusement shone in her eyes.

He arched his brow at her. He was so impressed by her new-found bravery.

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"Oh, hell, stop," Oman grunted.

Her long hair was settled on her shoulder as she was bending herself near his feet. Oman supported himself on his elbow on the mattress and looked at her.

He allowed her to experiment on him and indulged in her new scheme.

She brushed her finger tips back and forth on his left foot. She enjoyed the view out of her eyes.

He curled his toes when he felt unpleasant sensations on his foot. His forehead was covered with a frown.

She continued her torture at his feet. She was enjoying it so much. The weird sounds coming out of his mouth were so funny.

He grunted.

"You don't feel ticklish?" She teased him and chuckled.

He tried not to jerk her hands away from his feet.

"It's eno..."

He couldn't complete his sentence when she shifted to his other foot and tickled him there.

This time, a smile cracked on his lips as he threw his head back.

She cocked her head slightly to examine his facial expressions. At last, her hard work paid off when she caught him smirking while biting his lips.

"Oh, I saw you smiling. You also feel ticklish"

She giggled at seeing him smile.

She placed both of her hands on her mouth in disbelief. Her eyes were wide, and there was a sparkle.

This rude and scary-looking man also knew how to smile. It was a great victory for her.

Straightening his arm, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her on top of him.

She got offended by this. "You are a real monkey."

"Just like you, donkey," she got back at him. She decided that whenever he calls her a monkey, she will resemble him with a donkey.

"Hey, what was that?" He couldn't believe her mood changed so quickly. Just a moment ago, she was jumping with excitement.

Legs either side on him, she creased his cheeks with her soft palms.

"Don't call me a monkey, and I won't call you a donkey," she told him with a heartwarming smile.

"Aren't you being naughty now?" his voice came out gruff. His eyes zeroed in on her lips, the plump and pink pillows of her face beaconing him.

He tried really hard to control himself in the anticipation of claiming her. But the moment was so beautiful that he didn't want to ruin it.

She smirked.

"Now let's tickle your tummy."

"No, that's enough," Oman plopped her on his side.

But she came behind him and climbed on his back, with both of her arms around his neck.

"Pretty please, last time," she requested.

"Okay, last time," he gave in. It wasn't like she always got excited about doing something.

"Remove your clothes," she eagerly crawled in front of him again and suddenly tugged on his robe.

"Are you serious? You want to remove my clothes because you want to tickle me, not because you want to see me naked," he said with utter excitement as he narrowed his eyes on her.

"Yes," she didn't describe clearly.

She clutched his robe in her fists, indicating him to remove it. She was so impatient.

Intervening with her, he removed his robe as she told him and tossed it aside. He was now in his pants.

His toned body with muscles and abs was on display.

Tara opened her mouth like a fish.

"Stop drooling," he chuckled at his glorious girl, who was so fascinating.

She extended her hand, but paused and looked at him to see any reaction from him. But he didn't stop her and gave her permission with one blink of his eyes.

The moment she touched the hard skin of his chest, she flushed hard. She never imagined his skin could be like this.

She traced her finger tips on his cut marks.They were brown, deep and gave his body a strong look.

"These are beautiful," she whispered huskily.

He felt astonished by her. He breathed in and out and calmed his running heart which was now under her control.

"You like it," he breathed out, intimidated by her.

She nodded timidly as she looked pleased touching her territory. She always wanted to run her hands over his chest, so strong and manly.

She liked him in every way. Whether he smiled or seethed around in his foul mood. His aura was so attractive and he looked admirably handsome to her every time he gazed at her angrily. Standing closely to him she always flared her nostrils to have excess of his musky smell, which was her favourite.