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Her body didn’t yet know pleasure, so of course she was dry, but Zayed was certain. He had no doubt that soon, at nothing more than his touch, she would be soaked.

He hadn’t even undressed her yet, let alone entered her, and already he was thinking they would be well-matched.

“That place is dirty, why on earth are you…… Ah!”

Removing the thin undergarment took less than a second. He draped it over her slender ankle and took a moment to appreciate the sight.

His hands, of course, were not idle.

Rubbing his thumb gently over the soft flesh from the cl*toris downward, Zayed watched Elia look up at him with an expression full of confusion.

“S*x isn’t only about putting it in and finishing.”

“How impressive of you.”

Elia shot back at him with an oddly sharp edge. Zayed snickered and gave himself over to the urge to s*ck and press his tongue into her.

He parted the soft folds and wrapped his tongue around her cl*t, drawing out a muffled m*an from Elia. He started with slow, soundless laps to keep her from feeling any aversion, then pressed her thighs down firmly and devoured her greedily.

Slick, wet sounds filled the air, obscene and unmistakable, and Elia was startled out of her wits.

“Wait, just wait a moment.”

Zayed lifted his head and licked his lips, eyes curving.

“Why are you calling me, sweetheart. I’m a little busy right now.”

“It’s, that’s……”

“That’s?”

His unhurried question left Elia flustered.

Was this normal?

She had no idea.

She hesitated, and Zayed moved up and caged her between his arms.

“Darling. You’re supposed to be quiet when it’s happening.”

I told you to hit me if you didn’t like it.

His tone was endlessly gentle, but the atmosphere had turned considerably more intense than before.

She could feel that he, too, had run out of patience.

Elia turned it over in her mind and finally gave up thinking, nodding quietly.

With her permission, Zayed teased and tormented her until her cl*t swelled. The entrance that had been clenched shut like a sulking door began to open, little by little.

“Mmh, it feels…… feels strange.”

Elia’s fingers fluttered and then gripped his hair. The pull of her hand drawing his head down, as though asking for more, from someone who didn’t even know what s*x was, was enough to make his eyes roll back. Naturally.

The fabric slipped off at some point and fell to the floor, and Elia, gasping and breathless, had been pushed up toward the head of the bed, thighs clamping tight around his face.

She didn’t know how to do any of this, but she knew it felt good.

She knew she wanted more, and more.

She wanted him to do something, anything, but she didn’t know what to ask for, so she whimpered and blamed him for it.

Something like pain, something like dizziness, and tears welling up through it all. She wanted to hit him but knew it would make the good feeling stop, so she took out her frustration on the pillowcase instead. A few times she grabbed his hair too.

“Ah……!”

Her movements stilled when something hot and slick began to work its way inside her.

Zayed put in every effort for her sake, knowing it was her first time.

The numbness was unavoidable, but he wanted her whole body to go soft and languid. He wanted this memory to stay with her as something good.

Contract partner or not, she was still his wife, and for as long as they were together, he intended to give his best.

“Zayed…… !”

At the strange sensation she had never felt before, Elia yanked his hair hard.

She couldn’t tell if she liked it or hated it. It was so odd her hips kept twisting.

Watching her reactions, Zayed deliberately made a wet sound as he lifted his mouth. Then he grabbed her backside roughly and kissed her directly with his damp lips.

His tongue, coated in the taste of her, pushed into her mouth, and Elia furrowed her brow and tried to push his shoulder away, but a single finger pressing deep into her entrance rendered her completely helpless.

“Ahh……!”

The hand that had been raking down his muscled shoulder went still. No matter how high you build your walls, once the moat is breached none of it matters.

While his finger moved in and out of the slick, wet heat, his tongue coiled around hers and held it all the way to the root.

“Hah, ah, ah……!”

Hot. Her mind was a complete wreck, yet his touch was so gentle it felt almost unfair. Shallow breaths and m*ans caught and stuttered in her throat, and the fingers moving in and out of her loose, yielding entrance became two, spreading her open from side to side.

He seemed to be gauging whether she could take him. After a long while of that, his thick fingers drove deep into some spot inside her and Elia’s hips jolted off the bed.

Thr*st, thr*st, thr*st!

He found the right place and began to move fast, fingers working in and out, and at some point Elia’s vision went white. And right at that moment, something blunt forced its way inside.

“……!”

Elia’s mouth fell open reflexively and she gaped without making a sound. She had expected it to hurt, knowing it would be thick and large, but this was on a different level entirely. It was beyond comprehension.

And it felt like only the head had even entered……!

Zayed looked down at her face, every thought written plainly across it, and pushed his hips forward to press deeper inside. Elia really did have a talent for making expressions that made him want to be difficult. If anyone asked what kind of logic that was…… well, it didn’t matter. It was illogical, and he didn’t care.

“Hah, huh, ah, ah……!”

She had barely grazed an *rgasm from his fingers, and her body was already slick enough inside. When his c*ck drove into her, her whole body shuddered.

Zayed savored the feel of her walls clinging to him and kept up a slow, steady rhythm.

Their bodies, both damp with sweat at some point, tangled together, and it wasn’t unpleasant at all. It simply felt good.

He listened to the m*ans she breathed out and then gripped her slender waist and flipped her over. She ended up face down, and a startled Elia kicked at him with her feet, but Zayed paid it no mind and repositioned himself.

Thr*st. His c*ck pushed deep inside, sliding in smoothly. Zayed pinned both her wrists and began to drive up into her hard, ignoring the tightness of his own girth.

“Hah, like this, I can’t, hit, you…… aaah!”

He answered by pulling out slowly and then driving back in.

Thud! A sound like something being pierced through, and a cry tore from Elia’s lips, pain and pleasure tangled together. Zayed drove her forward like a practiced hunter, and Elia, as the story always goes, was caught by him and cried out until her voice gave out.

“Haah, ah, ah ah ah ah!”

Stars burst across her vision. Her legs went numb, but the pleasure of something raking through the ache deep in her belly made her lose her mind entirely.

When two bodies collide and share pleasure, there’s no need for any mask at all.

She didn’t want to whimper and act cute. She wanted to scream, raw and fierce, the way animals mate in the wild. She was briefly worried about how her body would feel tomorrow, but only briefly.

Zayed pressed gentle kisses along her spine and her brain felt like it was melting. Thud! Thud! The man moving violently behind her made her eyes lose focus more and more.

The sensation of his head pressing against her cervix was both overwhelming and devastatingly addictive.

“Ahh, uh, ah ah……!”

When his c*ck finally pulled free, slick heat spilled out and soaked the bedding. The moment he released her wrists, Elia collapsed forward and lay there trembling.

Nothing but pleasure. That was all there was.