Page 31 of Releasing the Djinn
Who was the real one of power here? It was a thought he had replayed in his mind numerous times from the moment he pulled her from the path of that oncoming vehicle. He should be across the world right now, anywhere but here arguing with the most stubborn little witch he had ever met. But each and every time he entertained the thought, he knew that she would be dead if he hadn't come back when he did. Even if the vehicle hadn't taken her life, her parents' abuse would have, or maybe eventually, she would have taken her own, or worse…life itself would have robbed her of the last of that beautiful spark of hope he enjoyed seeing in her eyes. She needed him, that was why he was here, he told himself for the hundredth time. She needed him and besides, his life span was infinite while hers was short. What were another few decades spent in the company of the most frustrating, delicious, and compelling little creature he had ever met to that of the life of a djinn?
Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against her neck, delighting in the way her body jumped in reaction. "Mmm, not all of it, it seems," he muttered.
Watching as her emotions warred within her dark eyes, Idrak smiled broadly as feminine awareness won out and shined back at him through her gaze. Giving her no time to react, Idrak covered her lips with his.
Warm and persuasive, his tongue danced against hers, coaxing her without words to relent to him. Placing his hands on the curve of her hips, Idrak leaned his form against her body, enjoying the softness against his. A small whimpering sound escaped her lips as he tilted her head upward into the kiss, a sound that threatened his sanity.
Pulling away from her, Idrak watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted while her eyes though clouded with desire, still held remnants of anger that made his balls tighten in need.
Dropping to one knee before her, Idrak let his hands glide down her body, enjoying how the muscles beneath jumped and spasmed as his hands passed along. With just a thought, the fabric that skimmed beneath his palms unraveled at the seams falling into a pile threads at her feet.
"Idrak!" her shocked reprimand was like music to his ears as he grabbed one of her bare legs.
Wearing only a pair of white sneakers, Nadira struggled against her bonds. The sight of her dark curls inches away from his face made a part of his mind go dark and quiet until only his base need drove him. Pulling one of her legs over his shoulder, Idrak pressed his nose against her curls, letting his eyes flutter close as he inhaled her scent. Holding her hips high until she practically bowed away from the gate held up by his grip and her vine bonds only, Idrak smiled broadly, his sharp white teeth shining against his skin.
His lips were just centimeters away when he heard her sharp inhalation of breath.
Idrak glanced up to her and let out a pained groan at the sight of her fearful yet aroused gaze. Her dark nipples were tight and pebbled as he managed to look past their alluring image to the girl above, giving him an apprehensive stare.
"What is it, my love?" he asked, settling her legs around his neck, further pressing his throat against her hot cunt. The depth of his words shaking through her tender sex, causing her to jerk in reaction. "Is it the sharpness of my teeth that causes you to flinch," he questioned as he turned his face back down towards her.
Instinctively her legs opened around him, each one settling on the farthest points on each of his shoulders. Rubbing the flat of his sharp teeth against her lips, Idrak closed his eyes and enjoyed the sounds of her body's reaction, the hitch of her breath being caught in her chest or the slight moan that escaped her lips as she bit her bottom lip. He had gone too long, he thought savagely. Two days of withholding himself from her and he was nearly at his fucking limit. Opening his mouth, Idrak dragged lips down over her rooting himself into the hot silk of her sex. Pressing his tongue further into her wet folds, letting it search and undulate against her, he found the tiny gem of nerves that hid from him. Using the velvety flat of his tongue to tease while the tip batted at the hooded clit, Idrak could feel her hands wrap around his horns tightly as she cried his name, the throaty sound exciting him.
"That's it, Nadira," he mumbled against her cunt." I want to see you break free," he grunted, his own control teetering as her cries began to pick up in tempo, and her hips pulsed against his face. "I want to see the restraint in which holds you back in life dissolve under your screams as I taste every inch of you."
With his restraint on a tethered line, Idrak sucked in her clit harshly between his lips with an added cruel hum to his lips.
A ring tore through the air as the climax broke over her. Shuddering violently around him, Idrak nearly welcomed the asphyxiation her thighs threatened to bring as they tightened around his head. Gradually her spent body relaxed and her legs fell tiredly from his shoulders.
Standing up, Idrak swiped at the vines with his claws. Ignoring her mumbled protests, he pulled the tired girl into his arms and walked with her around the pool until he stood in front of the cabana. With white gauzy curtains and a white plush mattress, the cabana overlooked the long rectangular pool while its back was surrounded with lush tropical flowering plants. Laying her on the bed, Idrak removed her shoes and admired her exhausted beauty as she laid against the mattress, her soft black hair a vibrant contrast to the white surface.
Kneeling onto the mattress, his clothes already gone, he spread her legs with his own. Grabbing himself, he knelt forward, nudging the head against her sex as he growled deep in his chest at the searing heat that greeted him. Beautifully, Nadira's eyes fluttered open at the contact and looked up at him with delicate apprehension that only made him want to slam his hips into her. Grasping onto the last shreds of his control Idrak stared back at her, letting himself slowly sink into her inch by inch. She was so damn compelling, he thought. There was something about this girl that enraged him while at the same time fascinated him. His thoughts were hostage to her, his freedom was somehow given and immediately taken away by this slip of a girl. Damn her!
Watching the anger and confusion no doubt play out on his face, Nadira's eyes shined back with worry as he pulled his hips back slowly. The muscles in his body tightened in warning just before he pushed himself back into her clinging warmth. The sharp gasp she made beneath him only fueled him further. Letting go of the control he tried to maintain with her, Idrak groaned loudly over her chaotic little sounds. Gripping the mattress on either side of her head, he let his black claws sink in deep as he found a punishing rhythm to his hips.
Over and over again with each pump of his hip into her wet heat, his name rang out into the air. It was glorious. Her cunt was grasping his cock with such an intensity Idrak wasn't sure how long he was going to last. She was driving him insane. With each stroke, he could feel their souls collide into each other tangling together until he was unclear where they began or ended.
Wrapping a hand around her long black hair, he pulled until her eyes rolled back and focused on him "I want to be free from you," he rasped, hating how the flash of hurt in her eyes tore at his chest. "Damn you, Nadira, I want to put you behind me. I want to fly the skies with the freedom I had long ago without the incessant thoughts of your smile or your witty voice echoing in my ears." Pumping faster into her, he dropped his head to her shoulder as her hands tightened on his shoulders. "I cannot escape you," he admitted darkly. "And if that is so, then you will not escape me, Nadira," he vowed, reaching down between them and finding her swollen clit between his fingers. "You belong to me, wife, admit it," he demanded.
Again, her body broke under his assault. Arching her back off the mattress, she cried. "I do! I belong to you."
Idrak did not make a sound as his body tightened. So acute and so paralyzing his release robbed him of all sound as her body milked him for every last drop of his seed and his soul.
It was much later in the afternoon when Idrak finally let her rest. Still outside on the cabana, Nadira stared up at the beautiful blue sky. For a few minutes now, she had been watching a particular puffy white cloud slowly drift by as Idrak slept next to her. Honestly, she was surprised to know that the djinn could even sleep, though she was sure he would respond if she decided to speak. But right now, she had nothing to say. What had happened between them seemed to banish her words while her mind was in complete disarray.
The things he said and did to her were so confusing and exhilarating Nadira wasn't really sure how she should feel. After the first time he made love to her, he only gave her a few minutes of reprieve before she felt his grip within her hair again. This time he had pulled her to kneel before him as he stood before her. Face to face with his dark arousal, Nadira had tried to pull away, to fight his grip and leave the degrading position. But Idrak had been stronger. Demanding yet oddly encouraging, Idrak had forced her to open her mouth and accept his hard length into her mouth. A thumb gently swiped at her tear-streaked cheeks as he waited for her to relax her throat. Running his fingers rhythmically, soothingly through her hair, he guided her head forward and backward, quietly instructing her on how he wanted to be pleased. Even now, she could feel the ghosting feeling of his searing length against her lips. It was the deep sound of his growl that had done it. Opening her eyes, she had held his cock to her lips as she guided him into her mouth as she glanced up. Barely contained control lined his dark face while his eyes narrowed and shined like two white suns. The grip on the back of her head flexed as he gently guided her, restraining himself from the full pressure he truly wanted. Gaining a bit more confidence, Nadira took him in deeper, enjoying his low reverberating growl in response. He had pulled from her mouth before he could finish tossing her back onto her back and burying himself inside. Three more times after that, he had taken her, each one more silent and demanding than the last.
Though besides his forceful treatment, Nadira could not help but think of their fight earlier and the words he forced her to admit during the throws of their lovemaking. Or could she even call it lovemaking, she thought? Though he called her "his love" often, she was not foolish enough to believe the demon loved her. She wasn't quite sure what to call what they shared together. Sex sounded too clinical, and any other expression just sounded vulgar. Besides, she thought with a secret smile as she turned to her side and faced the sleeping djinn, he admitted that he could not leave her and said they belonged to one another, surely that warranted the use of the word "lovemaking" right?
Glancing up to his curving horns, she leaned forward and examined them closer. Much like an antelope, the horns were lined every four to five inches creating small ridges. She had to wonder if all djinn looked like him. Was there a reason for his horns, and was this where the classical horned devil image in Christianity came from? Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Nadira kept her breasts against the canvas cabana mattress as she leaned closer to his sleeping face. His sharp fae-like features entranced her. Pointed ears, a tiny, almost indiscernible point to his nose, while his thin lips added to the severity of his wide sharp grin. Never in her life could she have imagined giving herself to such a creature.
Letting her eyes travel down his wide firm chest, she appreciatively let her eyes stop on his dark nipples. Somehow darker than the rest of his coal-black skin, his nipples were dark velvety flat coins that sat atop his rounded pectoral muscles. With not one strand of hair on his body, Nadira reached out with one hand and let the tips of her fingers whisper against the hot onyx skin.
Glancing upward, she smiled when his face made no sign of waking. Over the plane of his hard pecs, she let her fingers dip into the grooves of his defined abdominal muscles. Enjoying her exploratory activity, Nadira paused as she let her fingertips glide softly over his right flank. Unlike the rest of his smooth black skin, the skin on his flank was raised and welted. Narrowing her gaze, she leaned in closer to see that it spread up and down his flank almost like a pattern—almost like text.
"Idrak," she breathed in sharply, feeling his marred skin beneath her fingers. It wasn't like this the first time, she knew that without a doubt. On that first night, she remembered clutching at the back of his shoulders vaguely marveling at the heat coming off of his taut, smooth skin. "What have you done to yourself?"
Opening his white eyes, Idrak slowly turned his head, keeping his body still and flat. Giving her an unreadable look, he spoke blandly. "Nothing that wasn't necessary."
