Bab 114: Mating

Tears prickled in Nazmi's eyes as Samir tested the limits of her throat. Pain gave way to a twisted pleasure as she struggled to breathe, her vision darkening in consequence. However, having made love so many times before, the Prince knew her body better than even she did; just before her consciousness was about to fade, he pulled out of her mouth.

Nazmi took several deep breaths to refill her lungs and looked down at Samir from beneath wet, hooded lashes. Saliva threatened to spill down her chin, but the Prince lovingly brought his thumb to her skin and wiped her lips. His golden, royal eyes reflected an impossible combination of both primal hunger and gentle affection. With one of his hands, he tugged her forward by the arm to grant easier access to the rest of her body. He then snaked his hand down to her hip, which he gripped harshly to reposition her.