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She smiled down at him, then closed her eyes, wishing there was a switch that might flip the chair so she could lie back, breathless and pleasure-filled...

But then he removed her legs from his shoulders and kissed her, his lips made shiny from her delectably gentle first orgasm. And then he held her chin and met her eyes.

‘You’re sure?’

‘More than sure...’

That said, she gulped when she looked at him. For she had thought him erect before, but he was even bigger now. Considerably. He held the tip to where she was still tender, stroking her, wetting her a little, and she watched, her thighs aching, her throat tight with anticipation.

‘We’ll go to bed,’ he said.

At first it seemed a helpful suggestion, and she nodded. ‘This chair’s not very—’

Only her words caught—for suddenly she didn’t want him to stop, and she forgot about hard chair backs and protruding arms and everything. She was entranced, just watching him nudge a little inside her.

‘Can we please stay here?’

He pulled her bottom a little closer to the edge, and she thought there was something heady about watching someone so strong and determined attempt and fail. Because as he hit resistance she tensed, and he careered a little to one side...

She reached down and felt the velvet of his skin, explored the veins. And then she just held him and stroked him.

‘Bed,’ he said.

But she liked them being here.

‘No,’ she insisted.

He closed a hand over her own, and as he nudged in again she couldn’t help but voice the pain.

When he pulled out there was a little blood on his thick tip.

‘Bed!’

Finally Violet agreed.

He scooped her up, and she had barely been lain down when he was over her. Violet’s eager arms reached for him, holding his face as they kissed.

Sahir kissed her harder, making her mouth hot and swollen. He made her tongue dance with his and she felt him hard against her stomach and her pubic bone, moving lower. She felt the crush of his body as he kissed her neck. And then for the first time in her life Violet felt adored.

Utterly looked-after.

The most looked-after she’d ever felt.

‘I am so glad it’s you,’ she said, putting her arms around his neck.

He answered in Arabic, and then his full lips hovered over her mouth. ‘I am honoured that it is me.’

And now he took her, smothering her cries with his mouth, but she was ready. And he pushed through the last resistance...found her stretched, ready and, oh, so willing flesh.

The grip of her had his breath shuddering as his body fought for restraint. He held himself still within her as he kissed her slowly, hearing her low, throaty entreaties.

He was beyond logic now, and he drove in, closing his eyes in brief cognisance that he was bedding a virgin.

And hewasbedding her.

‘Sahir...’

She felt his hand slide to the small of her back, felt his stomach on hers, as if cradling the pressure within, as if absorbing it, giving her a moment to acclimatise, and when his mouth pulled back she watched his closed eyes open, knew they were both lost in themselves and yet so linked together.

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