Page 49 of Charmed (Haven Realm Chronicles 2)

Heat fanned across my body as he spread my legs. His hardness caressed my inner lips, teasing me. Hunger charged through me. I was drowning in his game but loving every second of it. Gods. I might be dripping all over Scarlet’s grandmother’s quilt. Dahvi better hurry up and take me before I ruined thething!

To my immense relief, he did just that, easing into me, soft and shallow at first, as if testing me. When I moaned, he presseddeeper.

“I’m not hurting you, amI?”

I laughed. “You’re not hurting meenough.”

He was longer than Kaza and reached the end of me, stretching me. But I adored every inch ofhim.

I lifted my ass, meeting each steady thrust. My entire body wanted to be consumed by him. To burn in the heat that poured fromhim.

The springs in the mattress creaked with each thrust of his stronghips.

To hell with it.I no longer cared if my friend heard. Hopefully she’d be happy for me. I sure as hell know I’d be if she found someone as amazing asDahvi.

The genie’s pace quickened, and I fisted the quilt. With each pound, I gasped forair.

“Gods,” I said, meeting each strike, diving into his passion, drowning init.

His fingers laced with mine as he lowered his stomach to my back, his body slapping mine, harder and faster. I let go, and a second orgasm gripped me. My whole body quaked from pleasure I’d never even known was possible. If only I could remain on this high foreternity.

The walls of my pussy clenched, squeezing him, and he groaned with his own pleasure that pulsed into me. He collapsed onto me, and I melted under the scorching heat he radiated. Our breaths heaved in perfectunison.

Pale-blue flames licked across my arms and hands. My heart thumped under mybreastbone.

Dahvi rolled off me, and I rested on my side to face him. My hands found his hard stomach. Blue fire ignited on his chest. I felt a calling within me. Flames lit awake inside me,too.

I was curious to know how it worked. “Did you imprint on me too?” I asked, touching mychest.

Dahvi nodded. “Our hearts are nowentwined.”

I felt him probe the depths of my soul, like fingers flicking through a book containing all the pages of my life. But when he touched the pain I’d buried, I grew frightened and shut down my side of theconnection.

He brushed hair away from my eyes. “Do you want to readme?”

My mind screamed at me to search him back. To discover the life of a genie. Before I could stop myself, I dove into him, peeling back thelayers.

Someone had hurt him before. Broken off a commitment of lifelong love. Now, he yearned for someone to fill the void inside him. But, like me, he didn’t trust his heart with just anyone. Appreciation spilled through me that he’d entrusted it withme.

“Why did she leave you?” I asked, holding his fiery pendant between my thumb andforefinger.

The genie traced a finger along my navel. “She loved someone else.” The agony in his words cut into me like a knife. “We were all hurt by someone. I don’t dwell on it. That’s in thepast.”

Maybe I should take a page out of his book. My pain only served to drag me down. I didn’t want to end up all twisted and dark like the vizier. But something about letting my pain go, about being naked, exposed, and vulnerable…it terrified me. And I had more than just Dahvi to contend with. I was also bonded to Kaza. At any time, he could split me open, examine my heart, and take me to pieces. Lay me bare for the world to see. I hadn’t even shared my soul with Ali or Scarlet. The idea of not being able to hide behind anything made me want to clamup.

Speaking of the Kaza issue…that gnawed at the back of my mind, too. My fondness for him. My affection for Dahvi. My unexplored attraction for Zand. For wanting to deepen my bonds with the genies deepen. But I had to wonder whether that was possible, given the circumstances. Whatever the outcome, I was up for it and for the promise of more of what the genies offeredme.

Dahvi’s fingers curled around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “It is odd in your culture that you lay with my brother andme?”

Heat rose in my cheeks. Damn, this bond thing. Now I couldn’t keep anything a secret. “Yes. In Utaara, only the sultan or the rich, fat cats have multiplemates.”

Finally, Dahvi kissed me. A long, sweet, and soft touch on my lips. When he pulled away, he said, “It’s perfectly acceptable in mysociety.”

Why couldn’t Utaara be like that? Everyone chose who they wanted, how many they wanted without persecution orjudgment.

“You don’t care that I am bonded withKaza?”

“Not at all.” Dahvi’s mouth brushed the tip of my nose. “He is my brother. Seeing you both happy makes mehappy.”

Gods.Well, that was one weight off mymind.

Dahvi crushed me to his chest. His hands cupped my cheek. “You look tired, Master. Please,sleep.”

“I’m pretty exhausted, but I want to spend time with you.” I lay there, my eyelids growing heavy. I hadn’t had a wink in over one rotation of the sun. Everything was finally starting to catch up withme.

The sound of his heartbeat lulled me into oblivion. I’d much rather remain in his arms than face my troubles. There was always tomorrow forthat.

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