Ghana’s Most Forbidden Seduction - Chapter 17

For the longest time, he didn’t respond, just continued that maddening caress of her lower lip.

Until she parted her lips and licked the pad of his thumb.

His sharp exhale and tight groan lit another fuse inside her. “Amelie.”

She wasn’t sure whether he said her name in warning or in surrender.

She’d tasted his skin and yearned for more. So she sucked his thumb into her mouth, a moan shuddering up from her throat at the utterly blissful sensations pummelling her.

“God, that’s…” His nostrils flared, and suddenly his body was surging against hers, leaving her in no doubt that he was equally affected. “You mean to drive me out of my mind, don’t you?”

“Hmm,” she hummed, content to let him take whatever meaning he wanted.

A shudder went through him, and in the next moment, he dragged his digit free, his chest heaving as he stared down at her, his gaze glazed with bewilderment.

She trailed the hands still braced on that heaving chest upwards, beneath the fall of his jacket opening. For a moment she wondered whether she was brave enough, then with a firm heave, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders.

He seemed slightly stunned by her move. And then he was helping her, shifting his body to divest himself of the heavy clothing.

Then, freed, he slid his arms around her waist, pinned her to his tall, hot body as he lowered his head and took her mouth in a searing kiss.

At last.

Amelie had known from the start that when it happened, a kiss from Atu would be a cosmic event. She was both thrilled and terrified that it turned out to be so.

He was masterful and immediately addictive, driving pleasure through her body again and again until she was suffused with it.

Tongues playfully duelled and possessed, teeth nipped, soothed and nipped harder, dragging unashamed cries from her soul. His muscles rippled beneath her fingers as she eagerly explored him, dragged her nails over his nape.

Groaning, he tore his lips from hers, his eyes alight with a hunger that matched hers.

“I could kiss these lips for an eternity.” He followed his words with a firm hold on her behind, using the leverage to tug her even closer as he took possession of her lips once more. His erection pressed against her until she wanted to sob and plead with him to fulfil the need mounting inside her.

But to do that she would’ve had to stop kissing him. And kissing Atu Quayson was a euphoric experience that, now that she’d lived it, she never wanted to end.

Time ceased to exist, the hum and gaiety of the party a distant memory as they gorged on one another, sighing and groaning with each caress.

Amelie could barely breathe the second time he eased away, the ache and throb between her thighs matching the desire in her heart.

She wanted this man more than she’d wanted anything in her life.

And when he caught her wrists and raised her arms to pin them above her head, she willingly obliged.