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And he did.

He varied the speed, the pace, lapping at her until she was dripping and straining against his mouth. Just like his dancing, he was adept at changing direction, at responding to her rhythm, leading her until she lost all thought, all control. His fingers toyed with her now. One, then two. The pinch became a sting. It burned and branded her to him. Her first.

Amira dragged him up to her, over her. She tasted herself on his lips, sweet, so incredibly sweet.

“More, Zane. I want you inside me.”

When he covered himself with the thin sheath, she stilled.

He took her hips and tilted them slightly. Kissing her, he teased, his cock jutting at her clit, rubbing at her pussy. In one motion he thrust into her.

Amira gasped at the pain. Sharp shooting arrows dulled her pleasure. Every inch of her body froze as she bared down against the intrusion.

“You’re so tight,” he gasped, mouth at her neck.

Zane reared back. “Amira? What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Keep going.”

He did the opposite. “I’m hurting you.”

“No…” she looked at the ceiling. “You’re…big. Or I’m…small…” She couldn’t say it. Didn’t want to say it, to break the spell.

He guided her face to his. “How to damn with faint praise. But you’re not enjoying this, I can see it.” In one fluid move, he flipped them over, reversing roles. “You set the pace.” He winked, inching back up to the headboard. He lay there, arms crossed behind his head, biceps bulging. “Take me at your leisure, sweet Amira. We have all night.”

Stalking up the bed with newfound confidence, she brushed her body up the length of his thick calves, past his jutting cock until her breasts hovered at his mouth. She watched him suck her nipples, and smiled when those hands shifted, gripping her ass.

Amira moved down, straddling him.

Lowering herself on the tip of his cock, she breathed out. The familiar pinch and burn drilled through her. The resistance clear. Frustration made her movements stilted. Self-conscious.

Was she too small? He too big? She tried to relax her muscles around him, afraid she might never get past the initial barrier. She wasn’t doing it right.

Irrational fears echoed inside her mind. Afraid she would be a virgin all her life, she lowered herself down further, desperate for him to fit.

“Relax. We have all night.” He reached in the drawer by the bedside table and spread the lubricant on his cock.

She straddled him again, gasping when his fingers toyed with her nipples. Sensations swamped her taut body. She rubbed at her clit, hovering over him, sliding down by degrees, the burning at her core threatening to overwhelm her, to rob her of her desire.

On the precipice between pleasure and pain, Amira pressed on, feeling as if she would split in two. He held onto her waist, moaning. She continued until every inch of his cock was buried inside her. She shuddered at the new sensation. Leaning forward, she took the time to adjust around him.

“Easy, Amira. Nice and slow.”

She kissed him now, soft, sweet kisses, claiming her arousal. He pulsed inside her, his body unmoving. A telltale dampness soaked through the strain. Relief accompanied it. And as her fears began to subside, so did the pain. She slid up and down his cock, mouth fused to his, hand working over her clit.

“Can I?”

She nodded, letting him thrust beneath her, setting the pace. The pain danced around her, in step with her building orgasm. Every movement brought her closer to pleasure, every inch brought her closer to pain. She was bound to him in every way, eager for him to keep going.

Sobbing, she urged him faster, her own fingers flying. But he kept the same steady pace until she bowed above him. The rushing of her orgasm stole any pain she might have felt. It surrounded her, engulfing every thought, every doubt, until she shattered.

It wasn’t long before Zane cursed, thrusting harder. Gripping her ass, he came, muscles straining, body hard as granite.

She slumped over him, limbs heavy, heart light.

In a wonderous haze, Amira eventually shifted above him. Then frowned. Her fingers were slick with sweat and tinged…with blood. The violence of it was smeared across her thighs. The bed. Him.

Her heart bounded against her chest. As if on a rollercoaster, she couldn’t catch her breath.