Zahra’s soft hand wrapped around his hard length. “It’s moist.” She marveled as her eyes briefly shot up to his and then back down to his cock.
“Our males lubricate ourselves for our females.” He growled at the soft tentative explorations of her hand. “But I like how you grow wet for me in return.”
“Oh.” Zahra tentatively stroked his length. “Your females don’t get wet when they’re aroused?”
“No.” Khaazai hissed as his eyes closed. Her hands felt so good on him. “They aren’t as wet and soft as you.”
Even though her hand felt good moving over him, Khaazai held still, restraining his body from bucking into her hand, wanting to allow her time to explore his body. A moment for her to get used to him, to get to know him. Their wedding night had been more primal, needier. This… this was something different.
Zahra’s other hand encircled his length, and Khaazai ground his teeth as a growl rumbled low in his chest. It felt so good to have both of her soft little hands around his hot length. But he knew the pleasure her pussy held as well and he was eager to experience it again. Always. Forever.
Her movements grew more certain until she pumped his length eagerly. With a growl, Khaazai shoved her to the ground, wrapping his arms around her so she didn’t get injured as he laid atop her.
“Oh!” Zahra chuckled, but then sucked in a breath when he pressed the tip of his engorged cock to her entrance.
“You’ve teased me female and now I intend to bring us both pleasure.” Khaazai whispered into her ear as the head of his cock penetrated her entrance.
Zahra gasped at the large intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
“So tight.” Khaazai groaned closing his eyes as he shuddered with pleasure.
“So large.” Zahra moaned as the pain and pleasure mixed, and she arched her back, shifting her hips to give him better access.
As his cock slid in deeper, a constant growl vibrated through Khaazai’s chest until he filled her to the hilt. His fingers dug into her waist, and he began to slowly move inside her. Withdrawing and then thrusting back into her.
Khaazai found it immensely sexy as Zahra moaned and gasped below him. She was completely lost to her passions. No more reservations. No more hiding her desire, her need.
“So wet.” He growled, still adoring this fact about his wife. And she gripped him so tightly. So perfectly. He refused to allow her to leave, to allow her to distance herself from him again.
With a primitive war cry that rang in both their ears, he thrust into her again and again, her breasts bouncing wildly as he gave her no leeway. If he had to, he would make her desire him in every way possible.
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Zahra sighed as she let the euphoria of her orgasm fade. Raising a hand, she pushed him on the shoulder lightly. Khaazai rolled off of her, his cock sliding out of her, and she felt a trickle of his seed coat her thighs.
He caressed the side of her face with a clawed hand. “Give this a chance, Zahra. Give me a chance.”
Swallowing harshly, she gave one sharp nod of her head. “I know I’ve hidden away. It’s been unfair of me.”
“No more hiding from me.” Khaazai’s electric blue eyes held hers.
“No more hiding.” Zahra promised. It was only fair for both of them that she gave this a true shot. They were more than compatible in the bedroom, and the fact he’d given her so much space for so long also spoke volumes as to the man he was at the core.
“I wish I could stay here with you, but I should tend to some things that have been neglected. Our land has tenants that farm, and there are some disputes I should manage before they take it into their own hands.” Khaazai chuckled. “Even our farmers use strength to resolve their issues. All of us are warriors.”
“I’ll find the others. I’m sure your sister will have another game for me so she can fish out more information about what kind of man I’m looking for.” Zahra rolled her eyes, but actually enjoyed his sister quite a bit.
Khaazai chuckled as he rose, and she watched as he tucked his cock back inside the pouch between his legs. “Next time she asks what kind of man you are looking for, just say Khaazai, and it will all end.”
A smile cracked over Zahra’s face as she waved him off. “Dream on!”
Khaazai kneeled and gently caressed her cheek before placing his forehead to hers, and her heart warmed. She smiled as he pulled away, and she watched him walk through the garden.
She was doomed. Her heart was doomed.
It was easy to ignore Khaazai back at the emperor’s place, but here? It almost seemed magical. She could easily imagine living here, out on some land surrounded by these lovely lands and the constant drizzle from overhead.
Getting to know him, his sister, and his past, it drew her to him. He was centered around his family, and clearly loved his sister a lot. He missed his parents, and she heard regret in hisvoice. Regret that he may not have spent enough time with them before they passed. It was something Zahra also worried about. As much as she loved her career, she wanted to make sure she didn’t make it to eighty and regret not having spent enough time with her own family.
