Malik

Malik let out a soft groan into her mouth when she accepted his kiss. It came out of nowhere, even for him. What rattled him was the fact he was used to pleasing women by reading their minds. Their minds would tell him what they wanted. They never knew he could read them, and as a result, he was not just a king, but a god in the bedroom. With her, he had to rely on her reactions. He pressed her into the wall and the tent in his pants poked at her thigh and she pulled back.

“Malik…” she pleaded. But what was it she was pleading for exactly? Was it ‘Malik, please stop’ or ‘Malik, I need you?’ His eyes searched her face, looking for any kind of indication that she wanted more, because dammit he knew he did. She grabbed him and kissed him, her tongue twined with his as though it made them complete.