It was Hannah's turn to visibly flinch as Tariq asked about who hurt her.

She had to give him credit, the man was intrepid. Surprisingly, no one had ever thought to ask her that before. The men usually took her rejection as a personal attack against them. They never once considered that her decision was based on something from a past experience.

If she was being honest with herself, the first few months after Oscar, Hannah tried to fuck him out of her system. It was from those one-night stand experiences that she decided that this way made the most sense. She could satisfy her body's cravings without the pain and culpability of being in a relationship.

Tariq watched as Hannah seemed to have an internal monologue with herself. When he realised that she was not going to say anything, he queried again.

"Who hurt you?" he asked.

Hannah tried making light of the situation, "You mean besides my own expectations?"

His hazel eyes continued to stare at her as he nodded, no smile on his face. There was genuine concern in his eyes.

With a sigh she questioned, "Does it matter?"

"It does," Tariq replied.

Closing her eyes momentarily she took a few deep breaths before reopening them, "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Of course not, a beautiful woman such as yourself does not shut herself off emotionally without a good reason," he said.

Hannah's lip twitched as a smile threatened to form, "Gods, your even more stubborn than Mikayla. I really don't need a testosterone-fuelled version of her."

"Why not? You seemed to like it Friday," he teased as he rubbed himself against her again, his erection a reminder of his arousal for her.

"Pfft, don't flatter yourself, been there, done that already, remember?" she retorted even as she pressed herself back into him once more.

"As if that little quickie was anything at all. I've yet to properly take you, Hannah. That is why I wanted to go back to either your place or mine after the park, to continue what we started," he simply stated.

Tariq angled his head, so that his lips could gently suck on the same spot on her neck that he had previously marked. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could contain it. Her nipples hardened even further. She tried to break her hands free of his grip, wanting to get away before the last of her control faded. However, Tariq's hold was firm, he was not about to let her escape as he kept her trapped against the kitchen island counter.

"Nice try on trying to change the subject though," he stopped kissing her neck, his eyes locking with hers, "what happened Hannah? Who caused you to shut yourself off?"

"Not that it's going to change anything, but to cut a long story short; I was eighteen and he was thirty-seven. Turns out he was only with me to try to get into business with my father. He used me and broke my heart. I got over it, men can be pigs, the end!" she said.

Tariq nodded slightly, now having a much better understanding of her decision. With a smile, he replied, "Yes, men can be pigs. But for the right woman we usual turn into a Prince."

"Ugh! Isn't it usually a frog that turns into a Prince?" she asked.

He smiled cheekily and was about to say something when she shook her head and continued speaking.

"It doesn't matter though because I'm not looking for a Prince. I'm a Queen and I'm quite happy with my current situation thank you very much," she tried pulling away from him once again.

"Perhaps a King to help with your empire then?" he countered playfully.

She laughed a bit, "My empire is more of a dictatorship."

"So what? I'm just another guy in your Cupid's queue then?" he frowned slightly.

Shrugging her shoulders, "If that's what you want to call it. Like I said, I don't do repeat performances."

Tariq looked down at the flushed skin of her chest, watching her nipples poking through her robe, "Your body says otherwise though. It seems to want my cock again."

Hannah's eyes closed as she felt her inner muscles clench at his words, he was right. She did want him, badly at that. A part of her wanted to give in, she wanted to feel him between her thighs once again. Even though their encounter in the park had been brief, Tariq had not failed to satisfy her needs. To the point where, if she closed her eyes, she could still feel him inside her.

Groaning at her body's betrayal, the last of her self-control disappeared, "And then what?"

"It's simply really, I make you cum, my name a satisfied scream leaving your sweet lips," he said as he leaned down and kissed the edge of her jaw.

"Fuck..." Hannah felt her insides clench once more and she bit her bottom lip, her blue eyes glazing over with need.

Tariq brought her hands back up to his shoulders before releasing her wrists. With slow movements, his fingers opened the tie to her pink silk robe. His hazel eyes widening as he realised that she was naked underneath,

"To think, we just spent the last few minutes talking when all this time you've been naked under this robe," he bent his head to suck on her neck once more, his hands gently caressing her waist.

Hannah did not say anything, her fingers gripping his shoulders as a shiver ran through her body. Moving his face back to hers, he leaned forward and kissed her softly, reacquainting himself with the softness of her lips. Hannah sighed, her hands holding on to him even tighter as their soft kiss soon turned heated.

He kissed her fiercely, almost bruising her mouth. With a soft groan, he dragged his lips away from hers as his right hand made a teasing trail down her torso. His fingers burning her skin as he kept moving until he reached between her thighs.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he said softly as his gaze held hers, "with just my fingers, right here in Damien and Mikayla's kitchen."

"You better not start anything that you can't finish," Hannah threatened.

She could not believe his brazenness; he was just as impudent and daring as she was. Hannah moaned softly as his fingers glided against her wet flesh. She kept her eyes focused on him as he made slow circles.

"Are you ready?" he smiled.

"I was born ready," she licked her lips.

He loved her openness, her willingness to not be shy with what she wanted. Using his right foot, he spread her legs even further apart before he entered first one, then two fingers into her.

"Tariq..." she groaned his name as her eyes closed.

"That's right, say my name gorgeous," he bent forward to kiss the same spot on her neck, making the hickey even more prominent.

His lips marked her while his thumb made slow circles on her clit as his fingers began to move faster. Hannah's body began to tremble as she felt the knot in her lower belly twisting tighter with each thrust of his fingers. Her eyes suddenly opened when she felt his fingers unexpectedly leave her body.

"What the..." she began to ask but was cut off.

"Relax, I'm not stopping, I just changed my mind," he said at her curious expression as he dropped to his knees, "I want you to explode in my mouth instead. I didn't get to taste you on Friday and the thought of it has been driving me crazy ever since."

She let out a ragged breath at his words, his frankness turning her on even more as she watched him kneel before her. She closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the counter as she felt Tariq's hands on her hips as he lowered his head to nibble at the inside of her left thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he said as his eyes appreciated her womanhood.

He enjoyed the trim landing strip of blonde pubic hair that ran down the middle of her mound, leaving the rest of the skin perfectly smooth and bare. Her outer lips glistened with her juices in the moonlight. Tariq teased her a bit as he moved his lips to her other thigh, before running his tongue along her glistening slit. Her body bucked at the contact, as his hot tongue moved back and forth, slipping between her lips, seeking out her swollen clit. With slow movements, his tongue circled around the tip.

"Oh yes Tariq, just like that," Hannah moaned.

With a smile he paused and said, "I must confess that this might just become my favourite sound."

"Huh?" she hummed her mind cloudy with desire.

"The sound of you moaning my name," his tongue snaked out to lick her clit again, "say my name again Hannah."

"Fucking hell Tariq, stop teasing me," she groaned as she pressed her hips towards his mouth.

"As you command," he said as his lips and tongue moved to pleasure her.

The way he spoke to her, touched and kissed, set Hannah's body aflame. She had never had a sexual partner that matched her as well as Tariq. She was an alpha female, but he clearly also was an alpha male that knew just how to handle her. They both had control, giving it over to the other in turns.

It made for an addictive experience and even though she told him that she never had sex with the same man twice, her body demanded that she made an exception for him. At least for just one more night, one more night would not hurt right?

"Fuck me," she moaned.

Tariq groaned against her, his erection straining painfully against his dark pyjama pants. Moving his lips away from her body as he looked up at her face, he could not help admire the look of arousal on her face, her eyes were half closed, her face flushed.

"Don't worry Hannah, I plan on fucking you senseless," he moved his lips forward again as his tongue licked her slit, his eyes never breaking contact with hers, "just as soon as I finish make you cum against my face."

Moving her left leg over his shoulder, he opened her up even more to the assault of his lips and tongue as they greedily kissed and sucked on her flesh. Hannah's body began to shake as her grip on the counter tightened. Her orgasm was sudden as she moaned out his name loudly in the kitchen, her legs shaking as he held her firmly so that she would not fall.

He groaned as she exploded against his face, his tongue greedily lapping up everything that her body had to give. Tariq kissed her glistening lips gently before standing up, his eyes enjoying her post-orgasm facial expression.

Removing her robe, he bent his head to pay attention to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He kissed his way back up through the valley of her breasts before kissing the hollow of her neck. With his hands on her hips, he lifted her off her feet and placed her on top of the kitchen island counter.

"I've been fucking you in my thoughts all evening," he said softly as his lips grazed hers.

Tariq's mouth attacked hers, kissing her as he tugged his pants down a bit. His erection bounced free as he brought her body to the edge of the surface so that he could rub the engorged head against her opening.

"I know we got carried away on Friday, but I'm clean and I assume that you are too yes?" he asked, breathing a bit heavy.

Hannah writhed against him as she nodded.

"Good," that was all Tariq needed to know before he suddenly pushed into her.

Arching her back, she moaned out as he filled her. She knew that they should use protection. Hannah had always used a condom, no matter what. But the primal part of her enjoyed the raw feeling of their skin as it rubbed together. It was a new experience for her and she found that she enjoyed the sensation a lot, perhaps too much.

Tariq pulled himself almost all the way out of her before slamming back in. He leaned back and looked down between their bodies, watching as her body clung to him. The kitchen echoed, in that way that empty rooms do, with the sounds of their bodies pounding into each other.

He slowed down as he felt himself losing control. This was not how he had planned on taking Hannah when he saw her again. He had intended to woo her, and had envisioned that the pace would have been nice and slow. But he knew that all hope would be lost the minute that they were alone. Her body called out for him and he was unable to resist.

Clearly, Hannah felt the same way as she was breaking her rules for him. She kept chanting his name over and over as she met him, thrust for thrust. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly, signalling that she was close. Speeding up his movements, he moaned as he felt his shaft getting ready to burst.

"Hannah, are you on birth control?" he barely managed to rasp out as he felt her begin to cum.

"Yes!" she cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, even more powerful than the first.

Tariq was not sure if that was an answer to his question or not, but it was too late to pull out even if he wanted to. Hannah's legs were locked around his waist, stopping him from going anywhere.

With a shout, he came deep within her.