<strong>Moussad ~ his woman</strong><br/><br/>It was the way she tried to wiggle that had his breathing churning. Her body heated his and he brushed her top down from her shoulders to kiss her neck. He slipped his hand down her waist to her slit. His fingers slipping inside to tease her. Her gasp exciting him. His blood pumping in his ears.<br/><br/>Moussad had lost track of the hooks but not Madison. His lips followed her body as she twisted. His hand pulled her top and he suckled her nipple as she faced him. His other at her back supporting her as he leaned her backwards. He groaned in response to the heat of her body on the tip of his fingers.<br/><br/>“Tonight, the silks for you Jahdem,” He murmured.<br/><br/>Then froze suddenly and pulled Madison tight against him.<br/><br/>“You hearing that Madforson?” He asked his hand on the hilt of his weapon.