Nasir dropped his head back and closed his eyes. With his hands braced against the tiles, his torso tipped back, and his face angled toward the ceiling, Kavin had a great view of his body. Chiseled, hard, so incredibly perfect, he looked as if he’d been carved from stone. As she continued to work him over with her mouth, just as she’d seen that other jarriah do, she remembered how it had felt to have his hands on her body as he’d licked her. Growing more confident, she slid one hand up his belly and lightly pinched his nipple.
He moaned in response and lifted his hips, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. “Oh yes, rouhi, that feels so good. Flick the tip with your tongue when you pull back.”
His words inflamed her, excited her, aroused her to explosive levels. She eased back, ran her tongue all along the head, just as he’d said, then took him deep in her mouth once more.
“Allah,” he whispered. “Just like that. Deeper.”
His fingers threaded into her hair, massaged the back of her scalp, applied just the slightest amount of pressure so she drew him deeper. Easing back again, she looked up to see his reaction and realized he was watching her through dark and hooded lashes, his eyes as smoldering as she’d ever seen, his face flushed and sparkling with a thin sheen of sweat.
She was making him feel as good as he’d made her feel. But it wasn’t enough. The need to make him come, to make him lose control just as he’d done to her, overwhelmed her.
She refocused on her task, tightened her lips, lowered, and took him even deeper, until he brushed the back of her throat. And when he groaned again, when he lifted his hips again and again as if he couldn’t stop, she didn’t let up. She drove him closer to the edge with her mouth, raked her fingernails across his balls with one hand, and pinched his nipples with the other.
“Rouhi… Allah, you need to stop. I won’t be able to hold back much longer.”
She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to taste all of him. And the strain she heard in his voice told her he didn’t really want her to stop either.
She continued to suckle him, pushed his hands away when he tried to ease her off his cock, then took him as deep as she ever had. And then she swallowed again and again until her throat worked around his length and he groaned long and low.
“You feel so good, rouhi. Oh yes, keep swallowing, just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
He grew even harder, thrust deeper, faster. She looked up, continued to work him over with her lips and tongue and throat in answer, continued to give him everything he’d given her. His hand tightened in her hair; his eyes glazed over. Then his entire body trembled.
A growl burst from his chest just as his cock twitched in her mouth. “I’m coming.”
His seed burst across her tongue, filling her mouth with a salty sweetness she loved. She swallowed, drawing out his orgasm, watching as it overwhelmed him, consumed him, and left him as boneless as hers had left her. His hand dropped from her hair to the tiles. His muscles quivered as he braced his weight against his arms. Only when she felt him soften slightly against her tongue did she finally let go.
He blinked several times, seemed to have trouble focusing. Then finally rasped, “By Allah. Where did you learn to do that?”
Heat burned her cheeks as she eased back to sit on her heels in the water. She knew his question wasn’t meant as an accusation, but it hit her as such, dousing the arousal she’d felt before and reminding her just what she really was. Suddenly very aware of her nakedness, and his, and the fact that, even though he’d just orgasmed, his erection was still hard and big, lying against his thigh, she swallowed, then lifted her gaze back to his face. “I… They make all of the trainees…watch. I’ve never done that before, though. I mean, that was the first time I…”
She clamped her lips together before the words could get all the way out. Sickness flooded her belly, a sickness she’d kept at bay by not thinking too much about the future. But now…
He was in the water before she saw him move. His arms wrapped around her body, drawing her close, his lips closing over hers to kiss her crazy all over again. And as he held her, as his strong, muscular body pressed against her and his tongue stroked hers in that wicked, erotic way as it had before, it pushed away the dark thoughts and drew back every inch of that desire she’d felt before. When he’d pleasured her. When she’d pleasured him.
A devastatingly handsome smile turned his lips when he eased back from her mouth. A smile that made him look years younger and so full of life, it stole her breath. “I’ve been trying to plot my revenge against the highborns since the day I was brought here. But you just proved pleasure is the very best revenge there is.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she didn’t dwell on it, instead brushed the dark hair back from his face so she could see his eyes better. “You’re not upset?”
“Why would I be upset?”
“Because they’re right. I just demonstrated I can be as big a”—she fought back the hitch in her voice as she looked down at his chest—“whore…as the others in the harem.”
“Rouhi, look at me.” He tipped her chin up with his finger. “Did I force you to do anything you didn’t want to do?”
“No.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
Her cheeks heated all over again when she remembered his mouth on her sex, when she remembered how hot he’d been against her tongue. She glanced at his lips. His luscious, sweet, tempting lips. “Yes.”
“Then you’re not a whore.”
“But some jarriah in the harem enjoy what they’re made to do.” Her stomach rolled when she remembered Hana telling her that many jarriah learned to crave what the highborns did to them, alone, in multiples, whenever and wherever they wanted.
“Enjoy or tolerate, because they don’t know any better?”
Slowly, her gaze shifted to his eyes. His soft, fathomless eyes. “Are you saying they lie?”
“I’m saying they’re not given a choice. You are. With me, here, now, everything is up to you. You are not one of them, rouhi. With me, here in this cell, you’re mine, and I am yours.”
Warmth unfurled in her stomach. A warmth she felt all the way to her toes. Rouhi… He’d called her that several times now. Did it mean the same in his language that it did in hers? She wanted it to. She loved the thought that he was calling her “his soul.” Because that was how she was suddenly thinking of him.
He was not at all what she’d expected. He was kind and sweet and so damn sexy she could barely believe she’d once thought him a monster. She knew it was silly to romanticize what was happening between them. He’d told her—flat out—that pleasure was a form of revenge. But she didn’t want to be just another way for him to get back at the highborns who’d imprisoned him. She wanted to be more. She wanted to be his in every sense of the word.
As he lowered his head and kissed her again, she cupped his face, opened for him, and drew him into her mouth and heart and soul. His erection pressed against her thigh, sent a jolt of arousal rushing through her veins all over again. Told her, oh, yes, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. And though she was desperate to feel him slide inside her body, she knew he wouldn’t—at least not yet.