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moment was for him to stop.
    “I am,” she replied. “Just... please... It's only that it has been a little while for me...”
    Whether or not he thought her a pathetic spinster for her admission, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that he drew almost completely out of her before surging forward again. This time, she could feel how fully he was buried in her, but there was no pain, only a delicious pressure that made her moan. When he did it again, she pulled him even closer with her legs.
    “Oh yes,” she whispered, her eyes shut tight. “Please, I want this so much...”
    “Good,” Zayn growled. “So... do... I!”
    His pace was steady, but then in a few minutes, it began to quicken. She could feel the snap in his hips as he pressed into her, and corresponding to the primal rhythm he set, she could feel the pleasure in her quickening as well, like a fire being fed dry bits of tinder. The buildup was slow until all of a sudden, she realized that she could no longer control it. There was no way on earth she could stop the pleasure from building up the way that it did, nothing she could do to prevent herself from moaning as it went higher and higher.
    “Oh... Oh, Zayn, please!”
    This time, she didn't have to articulate what she wanted because it was right there. The moment the words left her mouth, she started to shake, and then the fire was running with lightning speed up and down her body.
    She shouted, she might have screamed. The pleasure struck deep within her, refusing to pull back. Leah was ravaged. Everything in her was thrust toward that pleasure. It consumed her, and she dug her nails into the bed, nearly sobbing with the intensity of it.
    Zayn's breathing quickened. Now she could feel the desperation as he pushed into her body over and over again. There was a deep need, a deep and passionate craving for her, and now he was going to see it fulfilled.
    He roared as he poured himself into her body, dragging her hips flush against him as he did so. He shook, and Leah thought of thunder gods, of gods of the desert who bore down on the world and wreaked their will.
    Then he pulled away from her, lying down next to her with a soft groan, and he was Zayn again.
     For several long minutes, they lay next to each other. In the dimness, she could barely make out his features, but she knew he was smiling. He reached out to touch her face, running his fingertips over her skin as carefully as he would if she were made out of fine porcelain.
    “Are you well?” he asked.
    She chuckled a little bit, but found she was too tired to do very much of that. “Couldn't you tell?” she murmured teasingly. “I was certainly loud enough.”
    He smiled, but he shook her head. “When I first entered you, you were in pain.”
    Something about the blunt way he phrased it made her squirm. She was not a woman who was often vulnerable in front of men. That he was lying in the dark, watching her with those serious eyes and asking her those questions made something inside her feel warm and soft. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
    “I was fine...” she started.
    He shook his head. “Never lie to me.”
    In another man, it might have been a request. From Zayn al-Fasi, it was a command.
    “It hurt a little,” she admitted. “But please, don't worry. It was... it was barely a sting, and I feel just fine now.”
    “Hm. Has it been a while since you've been with a man?”
    She made a face. She was about to say that was fairly personal, but then she thought about what they had done and shrugged uncomfortably. “A while,” she said. “Truly. The pain was nothing. Can we please stop talking about that?”
    He looked a little troubled, but he shrugged. “As you like.”
    She thought that he would rise and go to the bathroom to clean himself, but then he surprised her again. With a single gentle motion that reminded her all over again of his strength, he stood and scooped her up in his arms.
    “Come on,” he murmured.