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nipples. “I’ve never seen or tasted anything so beautiful.”
    Her hands shook on his belt, trying to undo it. “I want to see you—all of you. I want you, inside me, filling my body. Please, Shaheen, please now. ”
    He surged up to stand over the bed, over her, stripping off his clothes with barely leashed violence and absolute economy.
    Though she was dying for him, the one opportunity she’d have to see his exposed glory took precedence. She swayed to her knees, gaping at his proportionate perfection, the rippling power encased in polished bronze and accentuated with dark silk.
    With a cry she surged forward, her hands and lips seeking all she could reach of him, wanting them everywhere at once.
    “Shaheen…” she moaned between kisses “…you’re more beautiful than I imagined…I want to worship each inch of you, too.”
    He threaded his fingers through her hair. “Later, ya hayati, we’ll worship each other inch for inch. Now I take you. And you take me.”
    “Yes.” She fell to her back, held out her arms.
    He surged to her, covered her. She cried out, reveling in how her softness cushioned his hardness.
    Perfect. No, sublime. Like he’d said.
    She opened her legs, as she’d always opened everything she was to him. He guided them over his waist, his eyes seeking hers, solicitous and tempestuous, his erection seeking her entrance.
    Finding both hot and molten, he growled his surrender at last, sank into her in one forceful thrust.
    She’d been certain it wouldn’t hurt, that she was ready.
    But she couldn’t have been ready for this. For him.
    And it wasn’t only her untried body. She was sure experience wouldn’t have helped her withstand the first invasion of his girth and length.
    It was on the second thrust that he seemed to realize. Why the first had taken such force, found such resistance, why her cry had been so sharp, why her body was so tense and trembling.
    He froze. Shock rippled over his face. At last he choked out, “You’re a virgin? ”
    “It’s okay…I’m okay. Don’t stop…please, Shaheen, don’t stop.”
    “B’Ellahi!” he rasped, tried to pull out of her.
    She clamped her quaking legs over his hips, stopping him from exiting her body.
    “Stop, Gemma!” he growled, resisting her. “I’m hurting you.”
    “Yes.” This made him heave up, his eyes horrified. She only clung harder to him, arms and legs and core. “And the pain is nothing compared to how you feel inside me, is making it all the more…intense. I feel you…branding me. Please…you said you wouldn’t hold back.”
    “This was before I knew you were…!” He shook his head, his disbelief and bewilderment rising. “ Ya Ullah, I’m your first. ”
    “Are you…disappointed?”
    “Disappointed? Try flabbergasted, overwhelmed. Ya Ullah. ”
    Mortification flooded her. Her limbs relinquished their hold on him. “I should have told you. It wasn’t a conscious decision not to…but you have no reason to believe that…” She swallowed the weeping jag that was building behind the barrier of her throat. “Let me up. I’ll go and you’ll never—”
    He slid deeper into her, gentler, slower, his eyes heating again. “Does this feel like I’m sorry I’m your first? I already knew you were the biggest gift I’d ever received. But now you’ve bestowed this on me, and the gift is even bigger. I wish I could offer you something of the same magnitude.”
    “You are giving me the biggest gift, too.” Tears were overtaking her. And that would spoil everything. Her lips trembled with what she hoped approximated teasing. “Figuratively and literally.” He inhaled sharply, grew even bigger inside her. Even through the burning, she thrust her hips upward, engulfing more of his erection. “So if you really want to give me a gift, don’t hold back. Give me all of you.”
    “You do want a raving lunatic all over you, don’t you?”
    “Oh, yes, please.”
    “You say, yes, please, and everything