Lily sighed as Yasin’s lips shifted from hers and glided downward, over her chin, then nuzzling her neck. Then he lifted his head and gazed at her breasts. The heat of it seared through her and her nipples puckered into tight buds. He laughed, then leaned in and took one in his mouth. She clung to his head, holding him tight to her. When he suckled, she sucked in a deep breath.

He moved his attention to her other breast, stroking it, then licking the tip. When he suckled that hard bud, she moaned softly, tingles rippling through every part of her.

His lips swooped down on her mouth again and her stomach flipped at the loving glow in his eyes.

Then she felt his hand move between their bodies, and he grasped his hard cock. His gaze held hers as he pressed the tip to her slickness.

“Is this what you want?” he asked as he stroked her sensitive flesh which his cockhead.

She gazed at him eagerly and stroked his face. “Yes, Yasin. Oh, please.”

He smiled, then pressed forward. His cockhead slipped deeper, pushing into her slick flesh as if finding its way home.

“I love the feel of you around me,” he murmured as he pushed deeper still, his gaze locked with hers. “So warm and velvety soft.”

His shaft pushed deep inside her, filling her. Stretching her wide.

“Do you like me inside you, my love?”

“Oh, yes, Yasin. So much.”

He laughed, a joyful sound, then surged all the way in.

She gasped, loving the feeling of being possessed by him. Fully. His cock so deep inside her... their bodies merged so tight... she felt that they were one.

They seemed to stay poised like that for an eternity. His thickness deep in her body. Her channel gripping him snugly.

Then he drew back. She clung to his broad shoulders, needing his support as her senses fluttered wildly.

Then he glided deep again.

“Oh, God, Yasin.” The words, barely audible, were filled with intense need.

He drew back and glided deep again. The sight of his smoldering eyes took her breath away.

“I love you, Yasin.” The words slipped out before she had time to filter them.

Immediately, his eyes darkened to almost black.

He drew back and filled her again... then again. Thrusting faster and faster until he was driving into her in rapid, strokes that kept her gasping for breath.

Her gaze locked on his dark, compelling one as he rode her in quick, short thrusts.

“Oh, God...”

His cock thrust deep and hard and she squeezed as he moved. He groaned, then she could feel him tense. As heat erupted from him, her whole world quivered, then burst in a shattering explosion of bliss. Ecstasy rippled through her and she clung to him, never wanting him to let her go.

* * *

Yasin watched Lily’s sleeping face in the moonlight shimmering through the window as she slept in his arms. She looked so peaceful. So happy.

So trusting.

Even after the hell she’d been put through here.

He lay like that for a long time, unable to find his own peace.

“Yasin?”

He gazed at her sleepy eyes and smiled, then brushed his lips against her temple.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured.

She snuggled closer and he tightened his arms around her soft, warm body. She gazed at him, her eyes glowing, then her eyelids closed. Soon her breathing was deep and even again.

He stroked her hair, then held her head cupped to his chest.

She’d said she loved him, which had set his heart alight with joy. But it was a foreboding joy. One fraught with doubts.

He wanted to believe it. Desperately.

But she had been torn from her home and brought here against her will. Totally vulnerable. Finding herself with only him to rely on.

It could so easily be that she had misinterpreted that as love.

* * *

Yasin felt soft lips brush across his cheek, then flutter over his eyelids. Delicate hands cupped his face and he opened his eyes to see Lily gazing at him.

“Good morning,” she said, her lips turned up in a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

Her smile, as bright as the dazzling sunlight shining through the window, enchanted him.

“Not as well as you it seems.”

Her hand glided from his face to his chest... then lower...

“If you’d like to get some more sleep, I could amuse myself.”

Her fingers brushed over his cock and he began to harden immediately.

He laughed. “If you amuse yourself that way, I will definitely not be able to sleep.”

Her hand slipped away. “Of course. I understand.”

She rolled onto her back, and whether by design or accident, the sheet slipped lower on her chest, exposing her tightening nipples.

“I will amuse myself quietly, so I don’t disturb you.”

His gaze locked on her hand as it glided over one distended nipple, his groin tightening. Then he could see the sheet moving as her other hand slid over her stomach. When the sheet over her hand shifted in small, rustling movements, he couldn’t help himself. He peeled back the covering and stared at her fingers gliding over her intimate flesh.

He grasped her wrist and lifted her hand. He took her damp fingers into his mouth and suckled the sweetness of her arousal. It lit a fire inside him and he rolled to his knees and pressed her legs wide. He licked her honeyed flesh and then drove his tongue deep inside her. Her soft murmurs spurred him on.

He needed his cock deep inside her. He swirled inside her velvety depths, then prowled over her. Grasping her wrists, he pushed them over her head and held them down. Her eyes widened in surprise and he captured her mouth, plummeting his tongue deep into her. Sharing the taste of her slickness.

His cock twitched and he imagined plunging into her, driving his hard shaft deep within her softness. But another urge—something darker—rising from deep inside him, made him long for her to struggle against him. To insist he stop.

Until the moment she felt his tip against her.

Then as he glided in a little, then pulled back, then pushed in again, she would beg him to fuck her. That’s when he would impale her, luxuriating in her gasp. As she lay beneath him, helpless to his whims, he would ride her roughly, pummeling her until she gasped, then wailed in an orgasm so intense, she would lose herself.

She pressed her wrists against the restraint of his hands and his gaze darted to her eyes. They were wide and glittering with excitement.

“Are you going to take me, Master?” she murmured, her eyes glowing with need.

He closed one hand around her wrists, freeing the other to glide down her body and cup her breast. He leaned forward and suckled her tempting bud, pulling it deep into his mouth. She gasped at the intense suction.

His cock ached and he moved over her and pressed his lips to her ear.

“Struggle against me,” he instructed. “Try to stop me.”

Her eyes opened even wider, but she began to shift beneath him. Arching as if to buck him off her, then as he pressed the bulge of his cock between her thighs and pressed them open with his knees, she squirmed.

He knew he should be giving her a safe word. He should discuss with her that she could stop this at any time... and how.

But he couldn’t drag himself from the mesmerizing delight of having her beneath him. Her eyes filled with desire, clearly willing to please him in this way.

As he glided his cock over her slickness, she twisted beneath him. He pressed his chest tighter against her, then began to push inside her.

A loud knock at the door startled him.

Lily stiffened beneath him, her eyes wide.

“Don’t worry. Whoever it is will go away,” he murmured.

His tip slid inside. The feel of her moisture around him drove his need higher.

The knock sounded again, louder this time.

“I don’t think they’re going to go away,” Lily said breathlessly. “I really think we should stop and answer it.”

Her resistance made him want to drive into her more. To hear her gasp with the suddenness of being filled with him. To see the knowledge in her eyes that she was helpless to stop him from taking whatever he wanted from her. A part of him insisted this was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to break her until she surrendered to his every whim. He wanted to know... and for her to know... that she was totally under his control.

The outer door opened and Omar’s voice boomed through the quarters.

“Brother, I intend to speak with you.”