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warmth and hope
at what she glimpsed in his gaze. She locked her legs round his waist, and, her
gaze never leaving his, rocked herself forward until
the tip of him was inside her. His agonized growl vibrated through every fiber
of her being, and his eyes flashed with triumph and relief at her whispered
words.
    “ I want you to fuck me, my lord.”
      It seemed
all the confirmation he needed. Rashid took control and buried himself hilt
deep inside her with just one harsh thrust. Astrid screamed at the brutal
invasion even as her body sang with pleasure. Rashid stilled to allow her to
adjust to his thick shaft, and he groaned when she clamped down on his length.
    “ You do that and I won’t last very long, my pretty.”
    Bending
his knees he pulled out until only his thick tip stretched her hole, and then
slid all the way in again with agonizing slowness that awoke every one of her
nerve endings. He kept up the slow drag and slide until he bottomed out
completely, and he kissed her. Rather than the harsh kiss she’d been expecting,
this was a slow exploration of her mouth, a claim, a brand on her very soul.
With his hands digging into her ass cheeks, and his cock pulsing deep inside
her, it left Astrid in no doubt as to who owned her right now. It might only be
for this moment in time, but she would take his possession, embrace it even,
for her stay on this island.
    All
conscious thought fled her brain when he started thrusting in earnest. The
force of their coupling meant her breasts bounced up and down as though they
had a mind of their own, and she tightened her legs around his waist to enable
her to meet him thrust for thrust. With her body clamoring for release, his
harsh breaths in her ear grounded her, and her eyes flew open at his grunted
command.
    “ Look at me, my pretty.”
    Gazes
locked together they stared at each other, as Rashid seemed to grow bigger
still inside of her, and he stilled before roaring his release.
    “ Come with me, girl, now. ”
    The
growled words were all she needed to tumble over the abyss with him. Her pussy
grasped his cock in the rhythmic clenches of her climax, and Rashid swore and
pumped harder, sending her body into further spasms of delight. She didn’t
understand the strained Arabic words, but her soul lapped them up anyway, safe
in the knowledge that she’d pleased him.
    “ Fuck, yes. You’re mine.” Rashid buried his head in her
hair, and stilled as their bodies shook and they waited for their breathing to
slow down.
    How long
they stayed locked together, Astrid could not determine, but eventually
Rashid’s softening cock slipped out of her, and he released her from her silken
restraints. Astrid winced as her body protested and her muscles screamed at
her, and Rashid swore again.
    “ I’m sorry, my pretty. Let me take care of you now.”
    Cocooned
by his warmth Astrid was dimly aware of being lowered on a soft surface, and
then the sensation of a warm cloth between her legs. Even that slight friction
against her over sensitized folds made her moan, and Rashid chuckled, and
kissed her.
    “ As tempting as that is, you need to rest now. I’ve
been hard on you, my pretty. You’ll carry bruises tomorrow, and I should
probably apologize for that, but fuck me, if I don’t like seeing my marks on
you. Tell me this is okay. Tell me you’re with me.”
    That
thought should have terrified her, but she smiled instead, and nodded.
    “ I’m yours, my lord.”
    “ Good girl, you have no idea what it does to me to hear
you say that. Now, relax and let me take care of you. I have plans for
tomorrow.”
    Rashid
kissed her forehead, and then there was a curious pop and the sensation of cold
against her skin. Astrid hissed through her teeth, and then simply gave herself
up to Rashid’s large hands massaging away the aches and pains of her body. By
the time he turned her over again, having shown her back and ass the same
tender affection as he’d shown her front, she was yawning.