virgin, he had no doubt, but her willingness in the game of love pleased him. He raised her slender legs and placed them over his shoulders, so she was exposed to him then lifted her hips to give him even better access. He felt her body tighten momentarily but when he lowered his head and placed his mouth against her clitoris, she cried out, her body jerking before she held herself still for him. He suckled her clitoris until she whimpered then laved it with his tongue before delving deep into her honeyed channel. She tasted like ambrosia, heady and sweet.
She cried out with pleasure, making no words just sounds and moans of abandonment. He brought her to a culmination so she twisted against him, clamping her thighs against his head in a paroxysm of completion. When the moment had passed and she lay quiet, he lowered her hips and legs, rose from the bed and stripped away his clothes and took his place between her thighs.
“No more,” she whimpered. “I can bear no more.”
“One final thing, princess,” he said. “You are ready for this now and so am I.” He slid to the opening of her channel where her maidenhead waited for his thrust then he was inside the hot, liquid core of her, into her slick channel where her muscles were still tight from her earlier climax. Though she’d cried out, she now remained stiff while she held her breath.
“Is it too painful?” he whispered against her cheek.
At first, she lay unresponsive, her arms gripping him tightly around his neck, letting her breath out slowly against his throat.
“Not as much as I’d feared,” she whispered.
His heart turned over at her courage. Tentatively, she moved against him then grew bolder in her responses. He pushed his cock deep inside her and heard her sigh, a musical trilling. Then she matched him stroke for stroke, arching against him, raising her legs higher, wider, opening herself to him until he felt her muscles begin to spasm and knew she was once again ready to climax. He let himself go, thrusting and moving while his own culmination washed over him like the moonlit sea when he dove too deep. But this time, he wasn’t alone. She rode the wave with him, her body striving to prolong their pleasure, her cries wild and uninhibited. She set her teeth in the skin on his shoulder while her nails flayed down his back with only enough pain to show her passion. When it was over, she lay against him, giggling a little and said something he didn’t understand.
“Hasna did not tell me about this,” she whispered before she fell asleep.
Chapter Five
What had she done? Azara sat with her knees bent and spread wide, her feet crossed and pulled forward. The backs of her hands rested on her knees in an attitude of surrender and meditation while she sought to attain a moment of nirvana. To her servants, she was certain she looked serene and untroubled, but they had no hint of the turmoil she felt. She’d given herself to Rajak, and now she cursed herself that she’d acted so hastily. What if he was as untrustworthy as his brother? The thought died away immediately. The man who had held her through the night was one she could rely on. She would be safe with him and to think that she could spend every night making love as they had was pleasing and exciting.
The fact that he was gone when she woke indicated no desire on his part to linger and claim her yet again, although he’d felt no such reluctance throughout the night. Her aching body was still dealing with the physical discomfort the night had brought her. Shrugging away the memory of such pleasure, she placed her palms together, her fingers extended and brought her hands to her forehead and bowed, praying fervently that Allah would give her answers to her unrest.
For the first time, she wished Hasna were nearby so she might question her on the ways of men after they’d claimed their prize. But Hasna was not present. Only her advice echoed through Azara’s