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It was neither a summons nor a question; he just rested a second on his heels and watched her pleasurable spasms.
She lay as if stunned, barely moving as he leant over her. Ilyas flipped open a small wooden box, and she lay watching and silent as he sheathed himself.
She would never regret this, Maggie knew.
He rose over her and positioned himself with precision. Her legs felt heavy from her deep climax, so he parted them with his and then leant up on his forearms. Ilyas’s face was over hers and she looked at his mouth and wondered how she tasted.
‘Delicious,’ he said, as if he knew her question. He licked his lips, tasting her again, and she stirred back to sensual life beneath him. But her recovery was not complete, for she was still breathless and her sex felt raw. Somehow, she was still ruled by desire and she ached for that kiss.
He did not deliver one.
Even though her hands coiled behind his neck, he refused to lower his mouth and she thought she would die from longing.
Instead, she felt the nudge of him at her entrance and she stared into his eyes. He watched her closely as he pressed a little further in.
And he kept on watching as she squeezed her eyes closed, for there was no denying it hurt. But then, when she gathered her breath, when this time her hips rose to welcome his when he entered just a little, she opened her eyes and he drove in.
Maggie cried out, but he covered her mouth with his and swallowed her pain.
Of course it hurt; he was large and she was untouched, and no amount of tenderness could have negated that. And there were stars, though not the kind she had hoped to see as he drove in deeply. His arm slipped beneath the small of her back, lifting her to him as he took her slowly again.
His mouth moved from Maggie’s and came by her temple where he tasted the salt of a tear.
She did not cry and she was not now, not really. And soon they were kissing again, and her body rose to urge him to move faster to keep pace with her desire for a more punishing rhythm.
But it was Ilyas now who refused to be rushed.
He liked the feel of her unfurling to his touch and the tight grip of her as he took her at his leisure. And he liked their brief kisses when their mouths sometimes met, and the feel of her hands on his torso.
His body was hard and muscled beneath her fingers; even the flesh of his buttocks was taut as he demanded more and more of her body.
Maggie gripped his legs with hers as her internal muscles clenched and he unleashed the full force of his passion. He held her arms over her head and increased the pace, taking her fast now.
The sole of her foot pushed against the back of his thigh and she felt as if she were climbing him as her body was energised by his power. The shout that heralded his release was primal and as he spilled himself inside her, Maggie came hard. Each nerve felt like it was brushed with live wires.
It had hurt, yes.
But it had been the most beautiful pain she had ever known. Maggie lay there with his weight atop her, the sounds of thequanoonreturning to her ears.
She had never wanted anyone like this before.
For years she had wondered if there was something missing in her, something wrong even, for she had never really been attracted to anyone before, and had never known true desire.
Until Ilyas.
