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His tongue swipes the length of my seam, paying delicious attention to my clit, and the rawest sound I’ve ever made tears from me.

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His tongue is incredible.

So are his hands. He presses them to my inner thighs, his fingers and thumbs teasing and parting my folds… Every time his tongue ventures away from my clit, down into my wet heat, he teases the abandoned button with the pad of one of his thumbs.

Whoa.

I arch on the bed, feet planted on the soft mattress, hips thrusting upwards, grinding my sex to his mouth and hands.

He murmurs words I don’t understand and lashes his tongue up to my clit again. And again. And again.

Holy. Fuck.

I grab at his hair, clenching my fist in the cool thick strands, holding on for dear life. It’s happening. My orgasm begins in the soles of my feet, a tingling rush of blood that shoots up into my core, a detonation of clamping, constricting muscles.

I’ve never climaxed so quickly. Hell, even under my own hand, it usually takes forever to get off. This…

More raw whimpers and cries burst from me as I’m consumed with pulsing waves of pleasure. My toes curl, and I gasp his name over and over.

He slides his body up. My pleasure-fogged brain tells me his weight isn’t supported on anything as his hips settle between my spread thighs and his mouth finds my right nipple.

He suckles on the peak, steadily pulling on my flesh as he slips one long-fingered hand between my legs. He sinks two fingers into my wet entry as his other hand somehow encircles both my wrists above my head. Did I put them there? No idea, and it drives me wild with carnal lust and excitement.

Am I arching into his hips? Maybe. Am I whimpering his name? You betcha. Over and over. Am I about to orgasm again? Hell yeah.

He moves his mouth to my left breast, this time nipping it with his teeth before sucking. Through a delicious haze of pleasure, my brain tells me his body weight isn’t pressing into me the way normal physics demands. It’s as if he’s somehow floating a whisker above me. His body heat seeps into mine, and his skin kisses mine, but I’m not being crushed by him. He’s all muscles and smooth skin and towering power. I should feel compressed beneath him, at least my hips and stomach should—that’s where our bodies touch—but I don’t. All I feel is his teeth and tongue on my nipple, his fingers on my clit, his palm around my wrists, and his torso nestled ever-so-gently between my thighs.

Magic. Djinn magic.

It’s incredible.

How the fuck am I ever going to be satisfied with anyone else after this?

I won’t be. But that’s for later. Now, oh God, now, I think I’m about to?—

He tightens his grip on my wrists, draws my nipple deeper into his mouth, and plunges two fingers inside me. He scissors them, stroking my inner walls. I gasp, bucking my hips upwards into his penetration, and erupt again.

A deep rumble of approval vibrates through him, and he’s suddenly feasting on the side of my neck, his lips greedy. His body presses a little down onto me, the weight heady and hot and holy shit— Holy shit, what is he doing to my clit with his fingers? Am I about to come again? Am I?

A third orgasm shudders through me, turning my bones to liquid heat and my breath to hitching whimpers.

“I love the sounds you make at my touch,” he murmurs against my neck and my wild pulse pounding there. “It gives my existence purpose.” He nips at my neck, releasing my wrists and sliding his hand down the length of my stretched arms to cup my breast. And yet… Yes, my wrists are still loosely gripped, still pinned to the bed.

Liquid excitement and lust sheers through me. He’s kneading my breast and teasing my nipple, stroking my clit and dipping into my wet folds, and he’s pinning my wrists to the bed. It’s impossible, but he is.

An invisible mouth—Kaami’s mouth—latches onto my other nipple and sucks, even as he continues to worship the side of my neck with his lips and teeth and tongue.

“Kaami…” I moan, drowning in pleasure and aching for more. “How…”

“I am your djinn, my Aliana,” he whispers against my throat. “My magic is yours.”

Djinn magic.

I fucking love djinn mag?—

Invisible hands circle my ankles and spread my legs wider as his weight vanishes from my body.

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