He fell on her, moaning against her sex as he fed on her wildly, licking and sucking desperately.
Yasmine’s hips lifted to meet his mouth and she heard a wail of despair before she realized it was her own.
Then she felt him stroke her with his finger, slowly and then with a little pressure so that he just penetrated.
She held herself perfectly still, absorbing the sensation.
“So tiny,” he murmured.
She felt herself tighten around him.
He groaned and began licking her again, with long, slow strokes as he eased his finger deeper.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I need you, I need you, I need you…”
“It’s going to hurt,” he murmured against her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please,” she moaned, unable to find the words to tell him that she needed him, that pain didn’t matter, as long as it made her his.
He hissed in a breath, and she remembered that he could feel her thoughts.
Then he was crawling up to cage her head in his arms and kiss her like he was afraid she was going to disappear.
She could taste her own need on his lips. It only stoked her hunger. She sank her nails into his shoulders and lifted her hips.
Ba’sh drew back slightly, and she held her breath as he took himself in his hand and pressed himself against her.
The heat of him was delicious. She tilted her hips up to encourage him.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he told her, his eyes hazy with lust. “You feel so good.”
“Please,” she whispered again.
He pressed himself inside her agonizingly slowly, his jaw tight with restrained need.
She welcomed the stretching ache along with the white-hot pleasure that trickled in until it filled her, obliterating the pain, making her feel as if rapture were blasting out of every cell in her body.
“Ba’sh,” she murmured.
But he felt it too, she could see it written on his face, the wonder and the need battling.
She jogged her hips up, desperate for more.
At last, he pulled back slightly and plunged into her again, sending a rainbow of ecstasy through her.
She cried out and he gave her more, howling her name as if it were a prayer.
The pleasure was rising in her, more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She clung to him, unable to do anything but absorb the wild pleasure as it lifted her higher and higher.
At last, it broke her into pieces, and she cried out as wave after wave of bliss pulled her into an ocean of pleasure.
Ba’sh roared and she felt him swell and stiffen as he jetted out his own delirious climax.
When it was done, there was no sound but their panting.
Ba’sh pulled her gently onto him, holding her close and nuzzling her hair.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispered.
“Ba’sh,” she murmured, smiling against his warm chest.
“Sleep now, my angel,” he whispered to her. “Tomorrow we’ll make all our plans.”