Behind the Curtain - Page 61

de table drawer. He rolled away slightly and she realized he was putting on a condom. Rolling between her thighs, he leaned down to kiss her mouth. She felt him shift his cock until he pressed at her entrance. She winced in pleasure at the feeling of his hardness against her melting, sensitive flesh.

“Kan hubek,” she told him softly, opening her thighs wider.

“Kan hubek.”

The words were new to his tongue, but the expression on his face made them ancient, somehow. Eternal. He flexed his hips, and she gasped.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his face pinched as if he were in pain.

She reached for him, cradling his face. “It hurts far worse being separate from you.”

He pressed again.

It was like all the emotional friction in her became a solid reality, like it found an outlet in the flesh. It hurt her, to feel it so vividly, so harshly. It felt like being reborn.

Remade.

He made a rough sound of misery, his chin dropping to his chest. He held himself off her with his straightened arms. She touched him, trying to soothe his pain. His muscles were hard as stone.

“Asher, it’s okay. Go deeper.”

“Laila.”

He thrust, his face breaking in agony.

She was so full, she couldn’t speak. Think. Only feel. He reached between their fused bodies. His touch made her burst with pleasure.

Through the roar in her ears and the convulsions shaking her world, she felt him moving, doing battle with their shared desperation, slaking his own hunger. She held on to his shoulders, urging him to her. Their bellies pressed tight. He rolled his hips, his strokes in her shorter and harder.

“You feel like heaven. God, Laila.”

She grasped his hips and then his buttocks, mounting the pressure of his thrusts. Her body began to move in tandem with him, recognizing the dance by instinct. She stared fixedly at his face, enraptured by what she saw there. The pain had left her. His driving cock created a whole new pressure in her. He rocked them fiercely now, his actions causing his bed to bump in a sharp tempo against the wall. It was a new rhythm for her, a whole new cadence, one rife with power. She touched his face with her fingertips. She’d never seen another human being so tormented by pleasure.

“Let go, Asher.”

He clamped his eyes tight and let out an agonized groan. A knocking sound penetrated her dazed awareness. At first she thought it was the headboard against the wall, but then she realized it was another, discordant sound.

“Asher.”

She started at the male voice, gasping. Someone was at the door, knocking. Asher withdrew from her abruptly. He came down next to her on his hip. His hand moved between his thighs. He cursed fiercely under his breath. He tensed and shuddered.

Laila sat up partially, disoriented by their abrupt separation. She realized he was climaxing. No, it shouldn’t have been this way. They should have been joined. The knowledge pierced her.

“Asher. I have your phone, man.”

Asher lifted his head. He looked so disbelieving, he seemed crazed. “Get the fuck out of here, Eric!” he bellowed so loudly, Laila jumped.

There was a pause.

“I’ll leave it down on the kitchen counter. You can get it when you’re finished,” Eric said knowingly through the door.

Asher hissed and jerked, his hand falling away from his cock. She grabbed his arm when he started to roll off the bed.

“Asher.”

He looked around at the sound of her voice, his blazing gaze landing on her.

“Jesus. I’m sorry, Laila. I’m going to kill him—”

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