She swallowed. ‘I don’t know how.’
Zach smoothed her sweat-dampened hair from her face. ‘I’ll make it good for you. Open your legs for me, Farah,’ he instructed after she had closed them at the sight of him.
Gently nudging her knees wide with his own he settled his hips between her thighs. She was so wet the tip of his erection slid a little way into her without him meaning to. She lifted against him and he stilled. ‘Easy, habiba, I don’t want to hurt you.’
He felt her muscles clamp down around him and his body shuddered as it fought for control. Barely holding back he leaned down to kiss her. When he felt her attention absorbed by his mouth, he slid in a little deeper, gritting his teeth as her soft heat surrounded him. By Allah, but going slow was torture. ‘Sweetheart, habiba, just relax a little more for me.’
Sweat slicked his skin as she shifted beneath him and it was all he could do not to drive into her with one wild, brutal thrust home.
‘Zachim...’
She lifted against him and it was Zach’s undoing. ‘I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have to—’ He slid deep and heard her gasp.
He stilled, waiting for her to push him away. Instead she stroked his slick shoulders, his back, reaching down to cup his buttocks.
Zach pulled out a little way and pushed back in. She was hot, wet and so soft beneath him. So responsive. ‘How are you? Does it hurt?’
‘No, I... It feels like you’re filling me up.’
‘I am, sweetheart.’ Zach withdrew and plunged into her a little more roughly. ‘I’m all the way in.’
She gasped his name and something primal uncoiled inside him. Something unsettling, like a whispered warning. Tensing he tried to catch the essence of it but Farah lifted to him, trying to match his rhythm, and he stopped thinking and helped her, guiding her, learning her, his brain focused on only one objective.
He could feel the slight tremors of her contractions and sense the urgency of her impending orgasm as her body pushed up to meet his. The pleasure was so intense he lost all sense of control, his body driven by an ancient instinct that threw them both over the edge into a place he’d never known was possible.
For a long time afterwards, Zach lay staring at the ceiling, Farah asleep at his side, wondering if he’d ever experienced anything like what had just happened. Wondering if the world had ever stopped at the point of his joining with a woman before. Wondering if he had ever felt this sense of completion before, this happy.
It seemed like a ludicrous emotion to have in bed. Satisfaction, yes. Pleasure, a given. But completion? Joy? Possessiveness?
He turned onto his side and tucked a silky strand of her hair behind her ear. She sighed and curled closer. Zach rubbed his chest, too tired to think let alone analyse what he was feeling. What did it matter anyway? It was what it was. Farah was his wife and there was no going back now.
* * *
Blinking against a room filled with light, Farah slowly opened her eyes and listened to the distant street noises that told her she should have been up hours ago. Then she remembered why she wasn’t in such glorious, technicolour detail that she wasn’t sure if she should feel appalled or delighted. Certainly she’d never experienced that kind of pleasure in her life before.
She pulled a face as she recalled every one of her whimpers, moans and cries for more. Then there was the way she had stroked the downy line of hair that covered Zach’s rocky abdomen... She’d been out of control. Internal muscles ached in agreement and she wondered how she was going to face him this morning. For a woman who claimed she hadn’t wanted to get married or have a man in her life, she’d put up very little resistance.
Actually, a little voice pointed out helpfully, you put up none.
Great. Even better.
Showering and washing her hair quickly, she dried off and then realised she had nothing to wear. Hearing a noise in the next room, she cast around and saw her folded wedding dress on a chair against the wall. She’d feel silly putting that on. Then she noticed a T-shirt draped over the back of a chair.
It was red and had a white image of a bird of prey in full flight on the front. It smelt of Zach and she inhaled deeply, her internal muscles softening even more. She frowned. Should she be thinking of sex again so soon? Was this even normal?
Determined that she would not turn into one of those clingy women who lived only to serve her husband, Farah pushed her thick hair back over her shoulder and opened the bedroom door, hoping at least that Zach had more clothes on than earlier.