Page 72 of Beneath the Desert Bloom
Her breath hitched on the inhale.
Then again.
“Please,” she gasped. “Don’t—don’t stop. I can take more.”
He lifted his head slightly, just enough to see her eyes—wet, dazed, wide.
Then his fingers moved again.
Slow, dragging thrusts, thick and slick and unrelenting. Each withdrawal made her twitch. Each return made her groan. She clenched around him, her body desperate to pull him deeper, to hold on.
He lowered his mouth again.
Sucked her clit between his lips.
She screamed.
Her legs clamped around his shoulders. Her hands clawed at the floor beneath her, hips rolling helplessly against his mouth. The pleasure was too much. Too deep.
His fingers curled.
Found that place again.
Rubbed, pressed, stayed.
“Asher—oh fuck—”
She felt her orgasm build again, fast and wild, like the first had just cleared the path for something even bigger. Her cunt fluttered, then tightened, harder than before. Her thighs trembled. Her whole body arched like the land beneath her had shifted.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Please don’t stop—don’t—”
She shattered again.
It tore through her like a wave cresting stone. Her vision blurred. Her body shook. Her breath scattered into gasps, whimpers, the broken syllables of his name.
His fingers stayed deep. His mouth stayed soft. He held her there, riding the rhythm of her collapse.
When she could breathe again, she was glowing. Thighs slick, mouth open, muscles limp and buzzing with light.
And still, her body ached.
Still, she wanted more.
Not just fingers. Not just tongue.
“I want you,” she whispered. “All of you. Inside me.”
Nora was still trembling when he pulled back, his mouth wet with her, his breath unsteady.
But his eyes were soft now. And afraid.
He looked at her—at her glowing skin, at the shimmer rising from her breath—and his brow furrowed. Like he wanted this more than anything. And like he was terrified of what it might do to her.
She touched his jaw, firm and quiet. “Don’t look at me like I’m breaking.”
He swallowed. “You’re… changing,” he rasped.
She felt it too. The desert humming in her blood. Her skin lit from within, like she’d swallowed moonlight and it was fighting to get out.
