"Shiek" - читать интересную книгу автора (Connie Mason)

"Allah can't help you, sweet vixen. Only I am capable of giving you the release you crave."

The heel of his palm rested lightly on the smooth pink mound at the apex of her legs, massaging in erotic circles. With his other hand he pressed upon a place down low on her stomach, and the unexpected burst of pleasure caused her to cry out.

"What did you do?" she asked, gasping.

"I know many ways to give you pleasure." His hand moved between her thighs, apparently pleased by what he found there for he smiled and took her hand, bringing it between her legs. "Your love juices are flowing for me, my sweet. Can you feel them?"

She pulled her hand free. It came away wet, and her face flooded with color. Then he introduced a new torment when he gently probed her with his fingers. Zara stiffened and jerked upward, forcing his fingers deeper. A flash of panic seized her. If she was going to tell him she was a virgin, now was the time.

"Jamal, there is somethingтАФ"

Her words ended in a squawk of surprise as Jamal lowered his head and kissed her there, his face burrowing between her legs as he feasted on her succulent flesh.

He raised his head and gave her a long, poignant look. "I'm going to bring you to pleasure with my mouth first. You are so sensitive there." His fingers played upon slick moist flesh as he parted her and returned to his banquet. His tongue was like living flame as it delved inside her, teasing, taunting, sending tiny bursts of fire through her body.

She felt herself thickening and swelling, and then it began. The heady rise of blood, the explosion of passion. He sensed her rush toward ecstasy and thrust his finger inside her. The results were immediate and rewarding as Zara screamed.

Zara heard her own moaning, keening sounds as breaking waves of indescribable rapture washed over her. Her body was still vibrating with it when Jamal stripped off his pantaloons and knelt between her legs.

"It's just beginning, sweet vixen," he whispered in a voice that sounded as tightly drawn as a bow.

She looked down at his body, her eyes glazed with fright when she saw his fully aroused erection. He was huge. She'd seen him aroused before but not like this. Then he was pressing himself inside her, stretching her, pushing deeper, harder, hurting her.

"Stop!" She struggled beneath him, trying to escape the pain.

At first Jamal didn't want to believe Zara was a virgin, but the truth hit him forcefully when his manhood butted against the unquestionable proof of her innocence. He went still, searching her face, seeing her anguish for himself and finally believing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked harshly.

"Would you have believed me?"

He was shaking all over, his body demanding release. "It doesn't matter. It's too late now. I've waited too long for this moment. 'Tis your duty as a slave to please your master," he added harshly.

Zara clenched her teeth against the pain. "Allah take you!" Her anger was incandescent, fueled by Jamal's arrogance in thinking she'd submit willingly to slavery. "Your stave is willing to grant your every wish, master."

Her scathing sarcasm was not lost on Jamal. It fired his own anger until they were both caught in the heat of it. Resentment, raw emotions and unbridled passion brought a new dimension to their joining. Jamal's face darkened. Unspeakable lust for the Berber princess was sharp and unrelenting.

"Give me your mouth, slave," he ordered harshly. "The taking of a virgin must be done with finesse. I will try not to hurt you, but your sharp tongue has sorely tried my patience."

Zara stared at him a moment, then lifted her mouth. Though she knew she had pricked his anger, she didn't regret lashing him with the sharp edge of her tongue. She didn't want to accept pleasure from him. She wanted to keep her rage and resentment alive. She feared the consequences should he make her crave his body, his touch, the passion he wrung from her.

Jamal's mouth came down hard on hers, his anger slowly eroding into something he could control... passion. At least he'd been able to control his passion in the past, until he'd acquired a certain Berber slave. Then all thought fled as he flexed his hips and thrust through Zara's maidenhead.

Zara screamed into his mouth, her body going rigid as he pushed his entire length inside her. He was killing her.

"Relax," he whispered against her mouth. "Every woman since the beginning of time has borne the pain. I promised you pleasure and so you shall have it."

He was tearing her apart. Zara's breath caught in her throat; she was afraid to breathe lest she shatter. But Jamal seemed to know what he was doing, caressing her until the pain receded and she was ready to respond.