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She hadn’t hesitated, and he knew she wasn’t just saying what she thought he wanted to hear.

He thumbed her stiff buds slowly, teasingly.

Her hands gripped the material of his T-shirt covering his upper abdomen before flattening again and sliding up to his chest. She found his nipples and ran her fingers over them.

When he inhaled sharply, she asked, “Are they as sensitive as mine?”

God, he was going to need at least a thirty-minute cold shower after this.

“They’re sensitive, but probably not as much as yours.

” Proving his point, he rolled her hard peaks between his thumbs and forefingers.

He grinned when her head fell back on her shoulders, thrusting her breasts out further for him.

She was so responsive—he could probably make her come if she let him.

Sitting up, he cupped her ass cheeks and held her in place. His mouth closed around one of her nipples. Using his tongue, he moistened the silky material, then exhaled, long and hot.

“Oh! Darius! That—that feels so good!”

“Shh, sweetheart. Not too loud.” Her brother and sister-in-law were probably too busy getting it on to notice what was happening in the other side of the suite, but the last thing Darius wanted was a confrontation or Tahira being embarrassed.

She nodded and lowered her voice. “Again, please.”

Turning to her other breast, he gave it the same attention, until she moaned and gripped his hair to the point of pain—something he didn’t mind at all.

In fact, it turned him on even more. There was something about a woman pulling his hair or scratching his back that just did it for him.

But tonight wasn’t about him. He wanted to bring her pleasure so she could hopefully put Diallo, Secada, and everybody and everything else out of her mind for a little while.

He was starting to understand what his Dom friends had been talking about all this time.

He couldn’t make her forget, but he could give her something else to think about—something else to feel.

He kissed his way up to her neck and nuzzled the soft skin just below her ear. “Have you ever played with yourself, Princess? I mean, touched your body in private to bring yourself pleasure.”

When she froze, he pulled back to look at her face. Her red cheeks and gaze that wouldn’t meet his didn’t give him an answer. She could be embarrassed either way—if she had or if she hadn’t. “Talk to me, Tahira. There’s no right or wrong response here.”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth for a moment. “No, I have not. You must think it is odd in this day and age for a twenty-five-year-old-woman to be so inexperienced.”

“Look at me.” Grabbing a handful of her hair, he tugged on it until her gaze met his.

“No, I don’t think it’s weird at all. In fact, I think virginity and celibacy are making a comeback in the US, if you watch any of those cable shows some of the women I know are into.

Nowadays, young women and men are signing purity pacts, or whatever they call them, where they vow to not have sex until their wedding nights.

If it’s something that’s important to you, then it’s not weird and don’t let me or anyone else ever tell you differently. ”

“Thank you for that, Darius.” She swallowed hard, then licked her lips.

Her eyes were filled with desire, fueling his own.

“Can you show me a little bit of ... of how it can be, without ... I mean, having read so many romance books, I know a man and woman can give each other pleasure without ...”

“We can do that, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. But I want you to be one-hundred-percent sure.” He wouldn’t be taking anything from her in return, but as responsive as she’d been, he could probably get her off easily.

“I am. I have been daydreaming about you.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he gave her a devilish grin. Damn, her blush was adorable. “You have, huh? Want to tell me about them?”

Her cheeks grew even redder, and her gaze dropped to his chest. “I do not think I am brave enough for that yet.”

“That’s okay. Maybe some other time. What’s the safeword I gave you? In case you get scared or I do something you don’t like.”

“Red, like they say in the club.”

“Look at me, sweetheart.” When her gaze met his again, he continued. “Don’t be afraid to say it, all right? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her expression softened. “I know. I will say it if I need to.”

Darius inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. “Take off your robe for me; nothing else.”

As he’d expected, she hesitated a moment.

But then she untied the belt and shrugged the material off her shoulders.

Once it had been discarded onto the floor, Darius reached up and skimmed the backs of his fingers over her pert breasts.

As much as he was dying to see them, and the rest of her, it had suddenly become important to him to wait for that big reveal until after they were wed.

His mind was waging a war with his heart and body.

He wanted to claim her as his—to be the only man to know what it felt like to be inside her from this day forward—but he had to remember the marriage would only be temporary.

For now, he could make her feel like a woman again—to bring her pleasure she’d never known.

Tahira’s eyes were dilated and heavy-lidded. Sliding one of his hands downward, he paused just above her mound. Searching her face, he made sure there was no fear showing. While the hand at her breasts teased them, he swiped his thumb over her silk covered clit.

She gasped and almost leaped off him but settled down quickly again. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Again?”

“Yes, please.”

A soft snort erupted from him. She was so adorable in her refinement, but he wanted a different reaction from her.

He wanted her to throw her primness out the window and scream as she shattered for him.

Of course, he’d have to cover her mouth with his own, so she didn’t alert her brother or the guards out in the hallway that she was having her first orgasm.

Damn. That thought had him growing impossibly hard. It had been a long time since he’d given a woman her first big-O.

His thumb caressed her clit again, this time keeping the contact as he applied some pressure and made small circles.

“Oh! Oh, Darius! That feels so—so ...”

He smiled as her words trailed off. Her hands gripped and twisted his T-shirt, as her eyelids fell to half-mast and her hips began to move.

Through her thin pajama top, he rolled and played with one nipple, giving it a tug.

Her pelvis bucked, as if trying to get closer to the thumb that was bringing her to a peak she’d never reached before.

All the while, Darius watched her face. He wanted to make certain the memories of her rape weren’t interfering in the intimate moment.

“Darius, I feel ...”

“Tell me what you feel, Princess.”

She shook her head, but he could tell she was lost in the sensations bombarding her. “Like ... I do not know ... like I want to fly.”

That was exactly how he wanted her to feel. Keeping the same rhythm and intensity, he strung her along until she began to beg him to send her out into an abyss.

“Please, Darius! Oh my God, please!”

At the same time, he pinched her nipple and pressed hard on her clit.

When he saw she was going over, his hand left her breast and clasped the back of her neck.

He quickly sat up, keeping his thumb moving, and pulled her to him, his mouth sealing over hers as she screamed her release.

Her thigh muscles tightened as she rocked against his thumb.

Through the silk, he felt the wetness flow from her core and soak the material.

As her climax faded, her body began to sag. Ending their kiss with a sweet peck on her lips, Darius laid back down and pulled her with him until she was draped over his torso. Her gasps for air eased as he stroked her back from her neck to her ass and up again.

Darius reveled in the fact his woman was thoroughly satisfied—it meant more to him than finding his own release, which she hadn’t realized he’d found. That had never happened to him before—ejaculating without his cock being stimulated in some fashion.

He didn’t want to leave her, but an hour later, he forced himself from her bed. After covering her with the sheets, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, then quietly left the room.