Chapter 16

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Ezra didn’t know if Zahir was only teasing her, but she didn’t expect him to start following through with it. Her heart was a drumbeat in her ears as he sat down on a chair and crossed his legs.

Ezra opened her mouth to sass him when she felt his power move against her throat in a hot caress. The words died in her mouth as the invisible tongues of magic slid down her breasts and popped open the buttons of her shirt.

"Did you think I was bluffing?" Zahir asked innocently. His eyes were glowing bronze, the inferno of his magic barely leashed. She could feel it oozing out of him, teasing her magic like its master teased her body. "Do you want me to stop, my little sparrow?"

"No…" she gasped, unable to do anything else.

Zahir smiled like a tiger with a mouse between its paws. The hot, invisible fingers tugged her bra down, and a tongue licked over her nipple. Ezra’s back curved, and her hand slid down the button of her jeans.

"No, no. If I don’t get to touch, you don’t get to touch." Zahir made a small gesture with one finger, and hands gripped her wrists, pinning them to the soft cushions beneath her.

Ezra squirmed, but she didn’t ask to be let go. Letting him have control made her feel a deep sense of relief that she hadn’t felt since she learned of her father’s death. She didn’t want to be in control of anything just for a night.

"More," she begged. The invisible mouth on her nipple sucked harder, and then another appeared on her other breast until her entire chest was getting kissed over and over again. Ezra couldn’t breathe as the feeling of multiple tongues started to slide over her skin.

Zahir was watching every little gasp and groan she made. "Can I remove those jeans?" he asked, his dark eyes flaring bronze.

Ezra nodded, unable to form words as her body drowned in pleasure. With a short snap of his fingers, Zahir’s magic ripped her jeans off until she was only in her panties. She was glad that they were one of her nicer pairs.

"Fucking gorgeous," Zahir whispered and gripped the arms of his chair.

Warm hands glided up the insides of her thighs, gently brushing over her pussy, but not lingering. Ezra squirmed, biting her lip hard so she wouldn’t beg. Her whole body was being stroked and kissed and sucked. The stars above her were spinning as she struggled against the invisible bonds holding her.

If this is what he could do without even touching her, she couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have his heat and body on top of her.

Curls of glittering bronze magic whispered against her skin like smoke before slipping underneath the edge of her panties.

Ezra couldn’t look away as they slowly explored her. The hands on her legs spread her wider, and the bronze wisps trailed over her pussy. He didn’t remove her panties, but he was watching her like he could see everything anyway. A trickle of sweat slid between her breasts and down her stomach before an invisible mouth licked it.

"Please," she whispered.

"Release your magic, sparrow. I want to feel it against mine when you come undone for me," Zahir replied, his voice a husky demand.

Ezra could barely think straight, but she reached inside of her and let her magic rise up within her. Zahir hissed as it sparked against him.

"That’s it. Fuck, I could get addicted to this feeling. To seeing you all laid out for me like a fucking feast," he admitted, his eyes glazing with burning desire of his own. The bronze whispers of his magic spread her pussy wider before another lapped at her like a tongue. Ezra had never felt anything like it before, his magic sliding, teasing, taking, until she was weeping with pleasure.

"Zahir…" she moaned, and he doubled his efforts.

Her orgasm was all tangled up in their magic, making it feel like there was a living fire in her veins. Her whole body lifted as his magic fucked into her, and she cried out a wordless sound of pure ecstasy.

Ezra was exhausted, her body still throbbing all over in little electric shocks. She was floating, higher than any drug. Her fingers brushed against the soft carpet, and she realized she was actually floating.

She managed to lift her head and caught Zahir’s eye. He was staring at her like he was shocked and in awe at the same time. His hands were trembling as he held one out and gently lowered her back to the pillows.

"Get over here and kiss me," Ezra whispered. She needed physical touch to ground her so she wouldn’t feel like she was about to drift off the side of the roof.

Zahir got up slowly and dropped to her side. He was frowning at her. "You are going to be so dangerous to me, my sparrow."

Ezra wanted to know what he meant by that, but before she could ask, he bent his head and gave her another of his deep, drugging kisses.

"Would you like me to return the favor?" she asked, biting her bottom lip. Zahir took her hand and placed it over his groin where the fabric was damp.

"You already did," he replied, his smile turning devious. "I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. You really are radiant when you’re full of magic and coming with my name on your lips."

Ezra let out a breathless laugh. "Now I know the real reason I should fear the power of the djinn."

Zahir’s eyes narrowed. "If any other djinn tries to touch you, I will annihilate them."

Ezra rolled her eyes and pinched his bearded chin. "Don’t be possessive when we both know that you will lose interest in me at some point soon."

"My dear, when an old djinn gets interested in something, it is an absolute miracle. I wouldn’t hold your breath thinking I’m going to let you out of my grip anytime soon," he replied so sincerely that she had to look away.

Ezra didn’t know what to make of that or of the pleasure blooming in her chest that his words caused. She ran a hand down his back and curled into him.

"Whatever you say, my king," she replied, closing her eyes.

"I like when you call me that. Sleep, my sparrow. No one will harm you while I’m here," Zahir said, and she could’ve sworn he kissed her head.

Ezra drifted off to the sound of his heartbeat and dreamed of deserts under the burning stars.