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Authors: Sophia Lynn
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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herself respond to it as well. There was a primal magic at work her. It wasn't the place, it was the two of them. It was a kind of magic that would be with them, within them no matter where they went or what they did. It didn't matter how much time or how much distance separated them. This would still be something that lived inside them.
“I don't want to use you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I didn't want to bring you here as if bringing you here would buy you. That was not my intent.”
“It's not my intention to be bought, either,” she murmured quietly, burying her face in his chest. “It's only that this thing between us, I don't want to ignore it. I think I can't ignore it.”
“Then let's not. Let me give you something, my darling. Let me give you something just for you, something that you will only remember with pleasure and joy.”
She started to ask him what he meant, but then he was guiding her to one of the walls of the room. From where she stood, she could look down at the desert, over the golden sands and the turquoise skies. He pressed her against the wall so that her shoulders rested against the stone, her legs spread, and her feet holding her steady.
“I want to give you something perfect,” Nasim murmured, and he knelt down on the stone.
Ella drew in her breath as he raised the hem of her tunic. He rolled it up neatly and pressed the rolled edge into her hands. Then he ran his finger along the waistband of her trousers, unzipping them and letting them fall gently to the floor. Underneath her slightly prim clothing, she wore only a scanty scrap of lace underwear, and to her shock, he tugged them down from her hips with his teeth. She felt the brush of his lips against the tender skin of her thighs, and behind them, she could feel how sharp his teeth were.
“Nasim …”
“Hush. If you wish me to stop, tell me so and I will, but please, otherwise let me give you this. Look out over the desert, empty your mind of everything except us, in this place, in this moment.”
She took a deep breath, because whatever the noise going on in her mind, she did want this, and she wanted it with this man. She leaned her weight back against the ancient stone, and when he nuzzled at the blonde fluff of hair between her legs, she sighed with pleasure.
She felt his fingers first, sliding along her slit, probing her gently and with the utmost care. Over and over again, he ran his fingertips along her slit until they were damp, and then he pressed a single finger into her depths. Her body was already trembling a little. It remembered him, and it remembered the pleasure that he had created in her before.
Still, even as his tongue followed the gentle stroking of his fingers, she knew that this was different. When they had been together before, there had been the passion that had consumed them both. They were lit on fire, and there was no room for anything except for their needs and their want. There had barely been enough room for them when the passion burned that hot.
This was different. This was tender. This was him giving her something for herself, taking nothing. She knew he wanted her. She could feel the way his body trembled, and when he pressed his lips to her most tender flesh, she could feel him moan. Still, he gave of himself, and he asked nothing in return.
Ella whimpered as he pressed her to the stone. She was afraid her legs might give out, but he was there, holding her up, and lashing her body with whips of fiery desire. He was remorseless, and his tongue dug deeper now, spreading her open and baring her with a savagery that was barely contained.
She knew that she couldn't take it for long, but she tried to resist the passion that was pulling at her. She threaded her fingers through his inky hair, pulling hard as she tried to stave off the inevitable. There was such need in her, such pleasure that she wanted it to go on forever, but she knew that it couldn't. She knew that she
“I don't want to use you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I didn't want to bring you here as if bringing you here would buy you. That was not my intent.”
“It's not my intention to be bought, either,” she murmured quietly, burying her face in his chest. “It's only that this thing between us, I don't want to ignore it. I think I can't ignore it.”
“Then let's not. Let me give you something, my darling. Let me give you something just for you, something that you will only remember with pleasure and joy.”
She started to ask him what he meant, but then he was guiding her to one of the walls of the room. From where she stood, she could look down at the desert, over the golden sands and the turquoise skies. He pressed her against the wall so that her shoulders rested against the stone, her legs spread, and her feet holding her steady.
“I want to give you something perfect,” Nasim murmured, and he knelt down on the stone.
Ella drew in her breath as he raised the hem of her tunic. He rolled it up neatly and pressed the rolled edge into her hands. Then he ran his finger along the waistband of her trousers, unzipping them and letting them fall gently to the floor. Underneath her slightly prim clothing, she wore only a scanty scrap of lace underwear, and to her shock, he tugged them down from her hips with his teeth. She felt the brush of his lips against the tender skin of her thighs, and behind them, she could feel how sharp his teeth were.
“Nasim …”
“Hush. If you wish me to stop, tell me so and I will, but please, otherwise let me give you this. Look out over the desert, empty your mind of everything except us, in this place, in this moment.”
She took a deep breath, because whatever the noise going on in her mind, she did want this, and she wanted it with this man. She leaned her weight back against the ancient stone, and when he nuzzled at the blonde fluff of hair between her legs, she sighed with pleasure.
She felt his fingers first, sliding along her slit, probing her gently and with the utmost care. Over and over again, he ran his fingertips along her slit until they were damp, and then he pressed a single finger into her depths. Her body was already trembling a little. It remembered him, and it remembered the pleasure that he had created in her before.
Still, even as his tongue followed the gentle stroking of his fingers, she knew that this was different. When they had been together before, there had been the passion that had consumed them both. They were lit on fire, and there was no room for anything except for their needs and their want. There had barely been enough room for them when the passion burned that hot.
This was different. This was tender. This was him giving her something for herself, taking nothing. She knew he wanted her. She could feel the way his body trembled, and when he pressed his lips to her most tender flesh, she could feel him moan. Still, he gave of himself, and he asked nothing in return.
Ella whimpered as he pressed her to the stone. She was afraid her legs might give out, but he was there, holding her up, and lashing her body with whips of fiery desire. He was remorseless, and his tongue dug deeper now, spreading her open and baring her with a savagery that was barely contained.
She knew that she couldn't take it for long, but she tried to resist the passion that was pulling at her. She threaded her fingers through his inky hair, pulling hard as she tried to stave off the inevitable. There was such need in her, such pleasure that she wanted it to go on forever, but she knew that it couldn't. She knew that she
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