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Chapter 8B: To be

 

 

Before Asiyah had any idea of what was happening, she found herself in the middle of the corridor, hanging over Enishi's shoulder.

They made the way to his room literally in seconds. Though the distance was short, a small corridor and his study divided his quarter from hers.

In the moment they crossed the threshold of his room, Asiyah found herself being firmly pinned against the wall with her mouth caught in a devouring, wild kiss that would make her lips swollen later without any doubt.

His hands seemed to acquire a life on their own, flying from her waist, to her thighs, her hips, her breasts, and suddenly she felt being lifted in the air. Enishi placed her legs around his waist, to settle her on his hips supporting her whole weight with one his arms.

His lips had not even left hers for a single moment and she could feel clearly his arousal through the barrier of their clothes.  He let her know deliberately how badly he wanted her rocking firmly his hips premeditatedly against her.

She found herself amused at the sudden understanding of the convenience of the deep cuts on the dresses that he had given her on the past weeks... The one she was wearing at the moment had not had them... at least till few moments ago, when his hands tore the fine silk apart mercilessly, seeking to make easier to him to set her on his waist.

 

Slowly he let her set her foot on the floor, and locked his gaze on hers, as if giving her the last chance to turn her back and leave the room.

 

Asiyah blushed intensely at the questioning intensity of his stare but she let her hand wander over his chest to finally press herself against him.

He smiled, closing his eyes and embracing her tightly before walking away and lightening some lamps, which caused their shadows dancing furiously against the walls.

Then, after the fierce initial reaction, he took a firm hold on her wrist and drove her toward the bed.

He made her sit on the edge, her feet on the floor, climbed on it too and sat behind her back, his legs around hers.

He removed her dupatta with excruciating slowness, disarming the braid, which retained her thick crimson locks that fell like as a tempestuous cascade on her back and over in his lap touching playfully, painfully his arousal, making him groan.

While one of his hands played on with her hair, that unreal, bright hair he had always longed to touch from the first time in the desert, with the other he morosely unfastened the straps of the dress, slipping it under the fabric. She trembled slightly, suppressing a moan at the arousing feeling brought by the delicate touch of his fingers on the now hardened peaks of her nipples under the lace of her underwear, which had instantly responded almost painfully to the contact. Acting on her awakened instincts, she closed her eyes and tossed her head back, letting it fell on the crook of Enishi's shoulder and he took advantage of the movement slipping the dress to her waist. While his mouth was devoted to travel her now exposed throat, his hand took complete possession of her breast with which the game had begun, cupping and massaging it lightly.

If Asiyah had opened her eyes when she had made that movement exposing the front part of her body completely to his hungry gaze, she would have enjoyed his lustful smile and the fierce blue hue displayed on Enishi's eyes, instead of its usual pale turquoise shade.

 

-         Good... That's good... enjoy it, darling - he whispered into her ear in a tight smoky voice

 

Every part of her smelled of violets, her hair, her soft lips, her skin...

Her skin...

Her skin, so unbelievably white... so delightfully soft and brilliant as satin... His teeth sunk into the union of the neck and the shoulder, leaving a reddish mark there that would take several days in fading into that silken softness, leaving her a memory of to whom she belonged from that this moment on. He smiled pleased by the thought. A chill ran through his body when the sound of a moan of genuine pleasure escaped from her half-open lips, so close to his ear that they brushed it.

 

He closed his eyes tightly while his free hand squeezed the sheets until its knuckles went white, fighting against the savage urge of throwing her onto the bed and ravishing her thoroughly right on the spot, without any further preambles, an urgency that poured from every pore of his body from the moment she had kissed him in her room, a short while ago.

But he wouldn't let such wild necessity take over him and ruin that long awaited moment, although he had only been aware of it for the last weeks, the longing for her slowly building up inside him from the time he heard her singing that night in the desert under the stars.

He would need to make use of all his self-restraint if he wanted to stay within the plans he had been thinking about for that moment.

He knew from the beginning that it was just a matter of time and opportunity for that to happen... and he planned to enjoy it thoroughly. In fact, he caressed the idea of enjoying of her exhaustively, in every subtle and straightforward way he knew for rest of the night... or until he fainted of sheer exhaustion, whatever would happen first.

He laughed mentally at that thought.

As he had always enjoyed sex[1]  he had taken the time to learn all those ancient secrets and tricks from China and India and added them to his training, allowing him to focus his energy and strength impressively, giving him an upper hand over most men. He loved to pleasure women, as much as he enjoyed the feeling of being pleasured by them.

 

Surely enough the ones he had pleased would never forget him, he thought, a proudly smirk nestled on his face.

Jinniyeh or not, Asiyah would have to deal with the fact...

 

While he was deep in such thoughts, his other hand had slipped under the dress and his fingers traced circles and capricious contours on the skin of Asiyah's legs. She had extended her arm toward his head and her fingers had tangled in his silver strands, tossing them from time to time, when he placed any bite too strongly on her neck or she got any especially teasing touch on her breasts.

 

A particularly audible moan filled the room when his hand left its shelter on her legs, and began to slip upwards, toward the pleasant pain throbbing between her thighs.

 

-         No... it is not... fair - he was startled at her voice reaching him unexpectedly, uneven and hoarse for the desire that he made to smolder inside her, the demanding sound capturing his attention immediately

-         What is it exactly not fair? - he asked in a husky whisper in her ear, his warm breath caressing her cheek.-

-         You're... you are still... dressed... I want to feel your skin against mine... I want to see you... I want to play with you as you do with me... I want to lay my hands on you... to touch you... to devour you... And to make you the same marks that you made to me...

-         I assure you, you will have your chance, I promise you. I'll put myself at your mercy for you to enjoy anything you may want to do over me... later - he said kissing her at her closed eyelids - Now it is my turn to play. But as it's only fair...

 

With a quick movement he got rid of his jacket and the tight training top he was wearing when she had found him venting out his frustration in the dojo. He had ripped off straps and buttons of it in the process. Now, they were skin against skin. A guttural grunt escaped from Enishi's throat when Asiyah's fingers began to trace the muscles on his back. It was the only thing that she could reach from the position in which he kept her, and she almost screamed when finally his wicked fingers went inside her thighs, which she parted instinctively as much as her situation allowed her.

 

He smiled ferociously.

She was more than ready to receive him. Still over her silken undergarment, his fingers perceived clearly the wetness filtering from the core of her womanhood. He introduced them inside the garment and among the juicy folds that opened up smoothly, obediently to his touch, and he began to caress her.

 

She pressed herself against his body, panting, and digging her fingernails on Enishi's thighs encircling her, rendering her into an immobile prisoner of that pleasant torture that his hand was administering to her.

He took one of her trembling extremities and he led it towards where his own had been nested, provoking those delicious sensations inside her, and he placed it above his.

 

-         Teach me how you want to be pleased ... tell me how you would like me to touch you - he whispered her in a sensually rough voice, tinged with the same desire that was consuming her. The intonation of his voice and the meaning of his words shot in her as an unrestrained wave that led her inexorably to her climax.

 

 

He took her firmly from her waist, when she began to writhe under the effect of his silky strokes and her ecstasy. He was suddenly startled at the sharp feeling of her teeth buried deeply on his shoulder, when she tried to suppress her scream against his flesh.

He clenched his teeth, closing his eyes and hissing at the thought of how delicious it would be to be buried himself into her, his flesh being shrouded by that warm wetness that he was still toying with.[2]

 

<No, not yet... >, he thought

 

However, the moment was closer. He made her to stand up, and though she was still trembling with the aftermath of her climax she disposed of the rest of her garment that still hung from her waist with a single fluid, gracious movement.

 

-         Mmmm... this is quite interesting... -he run his hands over the western-style lace undergarments that covered her breasts, belly, and sex[3] - This is what they have been importing from Europe... I had never seen it before... But I like it. I like it a lot. We'll have to do something about this later...

 

 

A hoarse sound like a purr escaped from the youth's throat at his soft touch.

A wicked smile found his place on Enishi's face at the realization of her heated response at that light brush of his fingers, in spite of her having reached the peak so few moments ago.

 

That was a promising development, he thought.

Maybe he had found his match at last, the one who could fulfill completely all his needs... She had proven herself worth of his confidence as his associate in business, counselor, friend, and partner in his quest for justice. Now at that rate she was proving herself worth of being his true mate, his woman.

 

Asiyah felt her knees giving in. He stopped her fall, pulling her toward him, as he settled her carefully astride his hips. Their faces almost came into contact by the close proximity, and they exchanged an incendiary, ferocious kiss. 

 

For the first time she could run freely her hands over his chest, to delineate his firmly drawn muscles, to trace the thin lines of his scars over his skin and she suppressed a wail against his lips locked with hers.

 

He took her by her hips, and pressed her on the small of her back, trying to shorten the distance between their bodies even more, while almost running on instinct his hips pushed against hers.

He was closer to lose all traces of self-control at every passing second.

 

Asiyah released herself from his feral embrace and she knelt down in the floor, between his legs, her eyes locked on his. Now it was the turn of her hands to enjoy that caresses on him. She stroked him over the fabric of his trousers, over the evident proof of his arousal. She heard him hissing among his strongly clenched teeth, his jaws tense at the contact, a fist hitting smoothly against the bed and the other hand grasping tightly the silken sheets.

 

Asiyah smiled, realizing she was now the one making him to lose the control he had maintained so dominantly from the beginning.

But the fabric was a barrier that limited her plans, so she tried to untie the knot of the sash that kept his pants on place. He ran out of patience quicker. He simply gave it hard a tug ripping it apart. He was too impatient to wait.

 

With undisguised greediness, she removed the layers of cloth that were pressuring him uncomfortably, leaving him at the complete mercy of her feathery touches. The mere sight of her heated gaze while performing the task left him at the very edge.

 

She took his length with a hand, caressing, touching, stroking him in a way he had never experienced before, not even with the very expensive courtesans he used to bring to the same bed. The sound of his groans amid shattered sentences half in Chinese, half in Japanese was highly arousing to her. Meanwhile her other hand tried to unfasten the straps of her corset leaving her breast in complete freedom.

 

He had leaned back himself on the bed, to ease her task, supporting the weight of his upper body on his hands on the bed. When she raised her eyes, she smiled at the sight: eyes tightly shut, biting his lower lip to silence his growls, his neck, tensed and arched. She locked her eyes on him, enjoying his pleasure while she made the tip of her now freed nipples brushed his most sensitive skin, and without any further warning, she wrapped his shaft into the warm flesh of her breasts. At the time her lips were added to her ministrations, she already couldn't see his face, but he listened his grunts and his curses hissed through his teeth. Suddenly, she felt his hands, clinging to the sides of her head, trying to stop her.

 

-         No... stop... please... Not now... latter

-         What? Did I hurt you? - she asked puzzled, releasing him. It was the first time that she directly carried out such maneuvers, but she had listened and seen enough when her cousins and friends brought males to enjoy them, to think that she was not doing it in the right way

-         Oh... no... no, no, no... I guarantee it to you... But now... I want other things from you... The night has just begun, dear... and I want you to continue this later... Now, come here...

 

Enishi made her climb to the bed, while he finished taking off his clothes.

He needed some moments to calm himself down.

And he also needed to have her at that precise moment because he couldn't take it anymore.

She had to be his.

 

Enishi'd been completely unprepared for the way her surrender had affected him. She almost had made him to lose his control completely. No woman had been able to arouse him in such wild way in a long time...

 

Perhaps it was the fact that she had acted more boldly than he expected her to be, or that she was a true conquest, not somebody that only gave up to his desires for the fear that he inspired or the fact that she didn't come to him for the pay or a favor, or the shameless desire she felt for him, or maybe all those things, were what were taking him beyond the limits.

 

Despite the strange creature she was, and the unusual situations that surrounded them, he was very happy of having found her.

Enishi admitted he had started to feel something very strong for her. He didn't dare to call it love, but it was the closest thing to that emotion that he had experienced for another person besides his sister in his whole life.

 

Enishi knew he could trust her completely, and she was sincerely concerned about him as a person. Nobody had made such a gift to him since Tomoe left him alone. Nobody had been bold enough to approach him, and he had never realized how lonely it felt till Asiyah had stepped into his life.

 

Perhaps, and only perhaps, it could be said that he really cared for her in his very special way, almost to the point of that unthinkable feeling they usually called love. But he didn't want to think about it.

At the moment, that knowledge by itself was enough to him.

 

Asiyah awaited him naked on the pure silk sheets ready to receive him.

She extended her arms calling him silently, enticing, eager to enjoy again the touch of his skin against hers. He smiled at her, but not with his usual cynical smile, not with his cruel expression, without the sarcasm or the typical irony. It was a rare, authentic smile, without the barriers that Enishi usually built up over his inner feelings and she said to herself that without doubts this moment of emotional nakedness and exposed vulnerability of him would be the most pleasant one through the whole night.

 

Enishi knelt down by her side, leaning over her, kissing her softly at first, deepening the contact little by little, while his hand crept again toward the flame-colored locks crowning her womanhood. She tried a weak complaint. It was not fair that she had not been able to give him the same treatment... But his possessive mouth didn't move away from hers. And soon she forgot her protests, enveloped once again in rapture. The Jinniyeh felt his thigh slipping among hers, helping that wicked hand. But she wanted more, she wanted him to be fully hers.

 

-         Ple... please, darling...

-         What? - He craved for her to request it to him, he craved to hear her saying how badly she wanted him - Tell me what you need... and I will give it to you.

-         You... I need you... Please take me... Please, I want to be yours. Right now.

 

Moments later, he was on top of her, parting her legs completely to give him full access.

Making use of the last bit of self-control that was still in him, he resisted the urgency of joining them in a single wild thrust, and he took her slowly.

 

For what had experienced with her, he doubted that that was her first experience, but he didn't want to ruin one night that was being perfect for a moment of selfish enjoyment.

 

Surprisingly, she turned out to be a virgin.

He breathed calmly, trying to regain control and to be as gentle as possible.

 

Enishi had always purposely avoided virgins when he chose his partners, due the inconvenience of the painful first moments, but for the first time he actually felt happy about it. That meant she was only his, and that made him feel the sting of masculine pride, as silly as it sounded to him

 

When he was completely sheated inside her, Asiyah wrapped tightly her legs around his back, embracing him closely with her arms at the same time. She trembled slightly, suppressing her whimpers, all in her attitude pleading him to remain still some moments, until the pain decreased.

 

Drops of sweat shone over Asiyah's skin, the light of the moon that entered through the window turned them in a cascade of glossy pearls that slipped through the valley among her breasts. Enishi plunged his face there, mesmerized at the fragrance of violets emanating from her.

 

Overwhelmed by his own desire he let his teeth dig into the tender flesh, extracting a voluptuous cry from his partner.

 

He kissed her softly on the strongly closed eyelids, brushing away her tears, over her tight lips, in her blushing cheeks, whispering in her ear sweet praises to her beauty and the form in that she almost had made him to go crazy few moments ago.

 

Asiyah opened the eyes, smiling to his tender, caring words, loosening her tight embrace slowly.

He got what he wanted: she relaxed enough to begin with their dance.

 

He tried to move cautiously, gently, in small strokes.

When he was sure of having obtained her absolute confidence and consent, he intensified his thrusts, making them still slow but at the same time going more and more deeply into her body. When she began to move with him, he knew that she was already completely his.

 

Asiyah began to enjoy each small game that he proposed on their march.

They were one, and she discovered herself experiencing the most delicious feeling of completeness that she had ever enjoyed.

Her hands danced across his sweated, arching back, her fingers entangled themselves on the silky, wet silvery strands, brushing them from his face, her teeth grazed lightly his earlobe, making him groan and shiver at the contact. She found herself whispering softly his name, as a sweet mantra that could bring her to eternal bliss.

 

Enishi closed the eyes and hissed through clenched teeth. The sensation of absolute possession, her complete, passionate surrender, her tight flesh giving up to his thrusts with a light, exquisite resistance, enfolding him warmly, soft as silk, his name on her lips as if she were tasting amenko[4] with each syllable, everything was too much for him to bear even with his severe discipline and his knowledge of the ancient techniques.

 

 

His jagged breathing and the fact that he couldn't help to quicken his pace going almost savagely on her, told him so.

With a grunt falling from his own lips and a surprised exclamation from her, he pulled out of her.

 

Trust me. -He whispered her in a tight voice, tinged by need.- trust me, darling.

 

Asiyah looked at him surprised, but she complied, surrendering herself to his claiming touch.

Soon enough, she understood the reason behind his actions.

 

He coaxed her onto her hands and knees, whispering reassuringly words in her ear. She felt one arm sliding around her waist to brace her, the palm of his other hand pressing firmly against her belly, tilting her hips to allow his entrance. Asiyah's hands fisted into the sheets as Enishi took her with one firm thrust. She screamed, as she was engulfed into the most incredible wave of pleasure.

One of his hands left its nest in her hips, fingers slipping once again among the crimson locks that crowned her womanhood, as he stroked her there encompassing each one of his thrusts, making her wail and sob. He moved with slow and deep strokes, wanting her to enjoy every little sensation he could give to her, while he knew he was again in absolute control.

 

His other hand resting on her hip also left it and he began to draw capricious forms with his rough, calloused fingers over her belly, her waist, cupping and massaging her breasts. Enishi's mouth had no rest, enticing, biting, kissing, drinking the salty prints of her sweat on her back, playing with the lobe of her ear, her cheeks, the hollow of her neck...

 

Each one of those touches made her melt, the fire within her growing and growing, relentless. She bit her lower lip making it bled, trying desperately to suppress the wild cry lying at the bottom of her throat.

 

And once again, she went up the hill.

 

She couldn't help herself and she screamed at her release, but Enishi extinguished her exclamation, pulling her by her hair to force her in a wild kiss. She bit him, and the flavor of his blood mixed with hers on their mouths.

 

<Too much... this... it is too much... >, Enishi thought, when he felt her flesh closing over his inside her body. <No... not this way... I want to see her face... >

 

With her still shaking in the aftermath of her climax, he pulled himself out of her again. He made her to lie down on the bed, her back now on the sheets. She was too weak to disagree for the sudden break of their union, and he went again inside her, who received him arching against him, seeking desperately the intimate contact between their bodies. And for a brief moment he thought he had seen her eyes turn from green to a wild golden gaze. But it was only for a brief instant.

 

He grabbed her by her wrists spreading widely her arms, one to each side of her head, keeping her totally pinned to the bed, defenseless.

But she welcomed his dominance over her, with encouraging half words half moans.

 

She had surrendered completely to him, to his complete control.

And she had made it almost from the moment on which they had entered his room.

 

She had expected Enishi would make feel her his authoritarian, even dictatorial nature, and although he sometimes frankly bothered her, here it felt as an intoxicant, delicious and welcomed torment.

 

Anything he wanted to make to her, it would be ineffable, exquisite, received without second thoughts

 

His pace now was almost brutal, restless. His mouth was as wild as his assaults and she found responding him in the same heated way, savoring him thoroughly. 

 

The wailings, the moans and the exclamations of Asiyah encouraging him, stimulated him to go quicker, harder, deeper, more and more savagely over her, and finally he gave up to his release, with a wild, satisfied cry, his body tensed, his head arched, and his eyes tightly shut.

 

When she felt him exploding inside her body, she enfolded him strongly with her legs, as if she wanted him never to leave her.

 

She was his.

And he was hers.

 

Enishi finally collapsed over her, trying to stay on his elbows to avoid crushing her petite body with his much heavier one, although the effort left him trembling. She maintained him in her tight embrace and holding him inside her, never letting him go.

 

-         That was not bad at all considering it was our first time... - he finally whispered in an already sleepy voice, after his breathing steadied. -Ah... but the night has just begun, dear. We will improve. Now, hold me, please, I want to stay this way, I want to feel you this way.

 

Asiyah complied his request eagerly.

To feel him was this way delicious, so intimately close to her, his damp skin, the weak scent of sweat melting with that of sandalwood that was his personal signature...

 

She looked at his face in full detail. Asiyah had never seen him as relaxed as in that moment.

 

Honestly, he was really handsome even with the numerous scars crossing his back, arms and chest, and those that she remembered to have seen on his legs when she had assisted him of his wounds in the other Kingdom, she said to herself while she examined him closely, still so content on her embrace.

 

Even his face almost looked angelical, so distant of his habitual bored, deadpan expression or his somber semblance, darkened even more in many opportunities for a malevolent shade that almost put her hair on its ends in the moments in he has shown that side of his personality.

 

Enishi seemed even younger, in this moment and situation, wrapped in her arms, longing for her caresses...

He was really a vision...

 

The Jinniyeh wondered how many people would have had the privilege seen him so... vulnerable.

Asiyah sincerely doubted seriously that any of the women that had visited his bed in the past had had the opportunity she was enjoying.

She felt sleepiness taking control over her

 

The soft touch of his lips behind her ear and his nose rubbing against her nape, made her to return to her senses. It was such a tender expression, so distant to his habitual rough behavior... Asiyah purred lightly, delighted at the contact.

 

In the drowsiness that had engulfed her, she had not noticed that she had released him of her embrace, and he had taken advantage of it to lie down comfortably by her side.

She opened her eyes completely, to be greeted by his amused look.

Enishi had lifted his head, supported it in his hand by the chin, his arm leaning firmly on the bed, and he seemed to study her with undisguised curiosity from that position.

 

-         What?-

-         Did I mention how glad I'm for going astray in that desert? - he said a smirk creeping to his lips- I must say I never thought one could find such interesting creatures on those barren places...

-         Usually you don't... and thank you for the compliment. - Asiyah turned, curling herself against his chest.

-         I am amazed at how human are your reactions for not being human at all... - he caressed her hair, brushing the bangs that fell over her mysterious green eyes.

-         When you live among humans, it is only logical to take human shape similar to theirs, more... solid, I would say... Ours is originally more... subtle... We wouldn't have been able to make what we made a while ago, had I stayed true to my external nature. But if you prefer it...

-         No! Don’t! No, I’m not complaining at all! I am very satisfied and happy with your... solidity...

-         As for the reactions...- she barely suppressed her gigglings at his retort- There are things we are not different at all. The feelings and the things that happen between males and females are identical among the Jinn than among humans. But I bet you are aware of that by now…

-         Mmmm... I was thinking... perhaps we could keep this conversation in any other time... It is not that I am not interested...

-         Well... You were after all the one who brought the topic... Ahum... Are you sleepy? - as long as she was concerned, the idea of catching some sleep was very welcome

-         Oh, no, no, no, little one. It's not the time to sleep yet. I still have a lot to teach you. I believe that you had also promised to finish something that you had begun to make me a short time ago. And believe me, I really liked that a lot... What do you think if...?

 

The malicious glint in his eyes and the wide smile spread on his face anticipated her a very long, exhausting night ahead, a feeling she confirmed when she felt his big hands traveling trough her skin with eager sensuality again.