Page 33 of Jasmine's Enchanted Genie

“Through your touch. Show me.”

“You’re sure?”

I nodded. “Completely. But only if you feel the same.”

“Oh, I want this.” He studied my face for a long moment before he lifted me into his arms and strode across the room, gently laying me on the bed. “A genie never receives wishes; I only grant them.”

“This isn’t a wish. Please never think that. I want you, but if you don’t feel the same, I wish—yes, wish—for you to be honest with me. I’ll use my second wish to make sure you don’t feel trapped into being with me.”

“No need to use a wish. Save it for something you truly need. I want you more than anything.”

My low laugh rang out. “I believe I’m about to receive something I truly need.” I gave him a soft smile as he settled beside me on the bed.

“I’m yours for as long as you need me.”

I had a feeling I was going to need him long after he could be with me, but for now, I let his vow sink through my bones.

Anticipation made my belly quiver.

Leaning over me, he kissed me, and I was soon lost in his touch. I kept moaning. Was it good to show him how he could send my mind and body spiraling with so little effort? He was a powerful person. He could crush me with his hands alone, let alone his magical power. Yet I knew in my heart he’d never hurt me.

His lips trailed down my neck, where he paused to nibble. “You taste amazing. And you smell wonderful, like hope, dreams, and a future.”

Was a future possible for us? If I asked it as a wish, could he grant it? I suspected it was tied into the rule that I couldn’t use a wish to free him.

I shoved the idea of wishes aside and focused on now, his fingers gently undoing my gown and sliding it off my shoulders, exposing the tops of my breasts that he kissed and teased with his tongue.

He groaned. “You’re precious, everything to me.”

Needing to feel more, I shrugged out of my gown, wiggling and tugging until I could kick it away.

He gazed down at me. “You’re beautiful, love. Perfect.”

Never that. I had flaws like every other person, but his made me want to cry. I savored the love in his voice.

I tugged on his clothing, and he grinned. A blink of his eyes, and he was naked. I gazed in awe at his muscular chest tapering to a narrow waist, at his erect cock as green as the rest of him with bumps along the sides. The tip was thicker, and I could only imagine what it might feel like moving inside me.

“You have two!” The words burst out of me and my face heated. “Sorry. I couldn’t stop myself from looking.”

He slid off the bed and stood beside it, watching my face. “View me for as long as you want. This body,” he tapped his chest, “this heart. It’s yours. I’m yours, and I will be until my dying day.”

I’d die long before him, and that made me sad. But I shoved the feeling away. We lived. We had days together to look forward to. And I didn’t want this moment to be clouded with sadness.

“As for my second cock.” He shifted the long, thick one to the side so I could see the smaller second. “It’s made for your body.”

“Where does it go?”

“It will suck on your clit.”

I hadn’t been with a man, but I knew my body. I’d touched it many times, brought myself to pleasure, so I knew where my clit was and how wonderful it might feel for something to suck on it.

“My mouth will do so first, love,” he said.

That, I’d never imagined.

He climbed onto the bed again. When he leaned over me, our legs entwined.

He watched my face as he stroked my nipple, gently rolling it until it formed a hard bud. “Tell me what feels good, what doesn’t.”

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