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Rashid’s silent
laughter trembled through her, and with his reassuring heartbeat under her ear,
she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five
     
    Astrid
woke up with a start, nestled against Rashid’s hot, firm body. His semi flaccid
cock against her butt started the slow burn of arousal in her core, and she
grew wet for him, like she always did. Astrid smiled and rolled her eyes at
herself.
      I’ve
turned into a sex maniac. Who’d have thought it?
    She—strait-laced,
conservative school teacher, whose unsatisfying sexual encounters she could
count on one hand, even if she included teenage fumbles behind the bike
shed—had indulged in some of the hottest sex ever with a man who, even in his
sleep, had one arm possessively curled around her breast. She wriggled
slightly. His cock’s immediate reaction made her grin even more. The hand on
her breast tightened even as his steady breathing told her he was still asleep.
    She had
lost all sense of time and space over the last few hours or days, she couldn’t
be sure which. Cocooned inside their little oasis, they had explored each
other’s bodies in ways she would not have thought to imagine, let alone act
out. They only ventured out of their tent to take care of necessities or to
bathe in the clear waters. Making love under moonlit skies, they feasted on
each other, their mutual desires potent and explosive, each time new and exciting. Her heart constricted painfully at the thought of having
to leave this place of her sexual awakening. And what good had all this done,
really? How would any man back in the real world live up to her dream lover’s
passions and skills, which had aroused needs she had no idea she had?
    With a
sigh of surrender, she turned in his arms. Astrid propped herself up on one
elbow to commit his features to memory. To store away every dimple, every
whispered command of that gravelly voice, whose deep accent alone had her wet
with need in seconds, every time. She leaned forward,
and her already achingly aroused nipples scraped across his chest hair.
Slightly sore as they were from the nipple clamps he’d used on her last time,
the delicious sensation increased the need between her legs to fever pitch. Was
spectacular sex addictive, she wondered? Or maybe it was just his command over
her that she craved? Astrid had never thought of herself as submissive before,
but she couldn’t deny this need deep inside of her to please her lord.
    His
dominance was what made the difference, and the way he expected her immediate
obedience, in a sexual sense, at least. It left Astrid free to let go, to let
her body soar, safe in the knowledge that Rashid would take care of her needs,
and push her into trying new things that left her breathless with desire.
      Needing
to taste him, she ran her tongue along his jaw and up the side of his face over
the scar on top of his eye. She was dying to know more about him, but knew
better than to ask. Any attempt at personal conversation had resulted in more
and more arousing punishments, which ended up with her usually tied up, and his
cock buried in her so deep, she didn’t know where she began and he stopped.
Heaven help her, she couldn’t get enough of his dominance. She knew she could
trust him to not take this game of theirs too far with a certainty lodged deep
inside her heart that she didn’t dare to examine too closely. Only it wasn’t a
game to him. She sensed that, too, accepted it without question, and with it
came the realization of her own needs. Of the knowledge what had been missing
from her life, and she had no idea how to incorporate this into her life back
home, or even if she wanted to. No one else was Rashid, after all.
    The sharp
pinch to her nipple brought her out of her internal reverie, and she gasped as
the pain shot straight to her clit. Caught in the intensity of his amber gaze,
every cell in her body sighed in submission at the wicked grin that kicked up
the corners of his mouth. His cock roared to