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Omar leaned down and kissed her. His kisses were slow and soft as his calloused hand rested just below her ears.
Omar's thumps were gently caressing her cheeks as their breaths mingled.
Warmth radiated from the spot where his lips touch hers, slowly spreading through rest of him.
Nayla struggled yet melted in his warmth, as his gentleness kisses evolved into not so innocent kiss.
As the kisses matured into hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.
Nayla desperately wanted to pull away from his kiss as she felt weird as if she was not herself.
Before she knew it she lost in his embrace as his tongue enter her mouth intoxicating her.
Her senses have been seduced by him as she could not think straight not even with her IQ of 200 can make her thoughts rational.
Omar looked at her dangerously as she melted in his embrace, picking her up in princess carry, still kissing her, as if she is an opium drug he could not get enough of.
He gently lay her on the bed, the bed was a beautiful classic kingsize, embossed with red roses as it created hearts on the middle, while red velvet pillows beside it creating an illusion of beauty.
Other than his bed nothing has changed. His room had an elegant but low key luxurious vibe.
Ah, his family did a great job of decorating the room.
It matched the wedding theme of red roses with the spark of gold and silver. Bringing a phenomenal vibe of love and wealth, he felt incredible when he looked around this was a piece of vague evidence that she was finally his.@@