Page 18 of Wildflower

By the time Bakhtiar withdrew his fingers and slid inside him, Aaralyn was on fire, burning from the inside out, so hot he didn't know if he'd fall to pieces or pass out.For the time being, he clung tightly to Bakhtiar, holding him close as he thrust over and over, filling Aaralyn deeply, steadily, savoring every moment instead of rushing the matter so they could be home before curfew.

"Ba-Bakhti—" he said on a groan, almost but not quite there, shuddering and panting, every breath hot.

Bakhtiar kissed him, trailed his wet mouth along his sweat-slick skin."Come for me, pretty wildflower."

Aaralyn's body needed no input from his brain to obey that command, the orgasm tearing through him so hard he blacked out for a moment.He wasn't even sure for a moment if Bakhtiar had finished, but when he could see and breathe properly, Bakhtiar was sprawled out next to him, clearly well-spent.Rolling over to sprawl across his chest, Aaralyn asked, "Am I an acceptable concubine then, my prince?"

"You already were," Bakhtiar said, draping an arm across him."Fucking you did not help my leg at all, but I'm not remotely sorry about it.Rest with me a bit?An hour or two, and then I can get back to work until dinner."

"The work isn't going anywhere, my prince.Take all the time you need.I'll be here as long as you need me."

Bakhtiar smiled and kissed him softly before settling back more comfortably in the soft bedding."That will be for a very long time, wildflower."

"Good," Aaralyn whispered, and snuggled in close as Bakhtiar drifted off to sleep.

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