Chapter 10
Zahra could barely believe a warrior like Khaazai held the same beliefs as her about women in the military.
Especially when they both knew he had to pull his punches when fighting her.
But it warmed her heart to know he believed the same.
Believed women were just as capable, and that she impressed him.
A warmth spread through her chest and a light smile curled the corners of her lips as her gaze flickered from Khaazai to the flowers within the gardens.
Every night since their wedding, she’d dreamed of him in her bed again.
She just didn’t want to admit it. Wanted to leave the distance between them…
but maybe, maybe she should consider other avenues to her life.
Even if she stayed here, she could use her military training to help Khaazai with getting their women into the military.
“Zahra.”
She glanced up to find Khaazai had silently moved up beside her.
“Yes?” Her voice went breathy at his proximity as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze.
Khaazai wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her behind a tall stone garden wall.
“What are you-”
His head dipped to the juncture of her shoulder and neck, his long, black tongue licking the droplets of rain off her skin.
“Out here? In the rain? In the open?” Zahra felt her knees tremble and her core heat at the thought of being so out in the open. Anyone could come looking for them to see where they’d wandered off to in the gardens. Or they might see them from the house, depending on what floor they looked out.
“The garden wall shields us from the windows of the house.” Khaazai murmured. “Besides, with the sounds we’re about to make, I doubt anyone will get too close.” He chuckled deep in his throat at the last.
Zahra’s cheeks heated at the thought of someone overhearing them. “It’s probably best that we don’t.”
Khaazai pressed into her front, pushing her back until they walked under a little overhang in the wall, protecting them from the constant drizzle. “Why not?” He whispered hotly against her skin as his hands roamed up and down her sides.
“Sex leads to attachment and emotions.” Zahra uttered on a single breath. And she wasn’t so sure she would be sticking around after the year was up. There was a temptation to stay, but there were lingering doubts plaguing her.
Khaazai chuckled as his hands dipped under her shirt and past her bra to her soft breasts, and she thrust her chest into his warm hands. “Worried you will find it easy to fall for me? Maybe you’re concerned you will find it difficult to leave after the year is up?”
Was that hope she detected in his voice?
Zahra gasped and arched her back as he played with her taut little nipples.
“Yes.” She admitted. She wouldn’t lie. Any time she had left her room after working, it hadn’t escaped her notice that Khaazai was always nearby, trying his best to get to know her.
She still felt some guilt that she hadn’t really given him a chance just because of her fear.
“There is nothing wrong with allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. We can face whatever emotions come later.”
Perhaps Khaazai was right. What was the harm in enjoying some of the aspects of her marriage? Then one of his hands dipped into her pants and a seeking finger slid between her folds as she widened her thighs to give him better access.
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Khaazai growled in approval when he found his sweet little wife slippery and wet for him. He’d barely touched her, and she was already this aroused? He slipped a finger inside her tight sheath and lightly bit her shoulder, careful not to break her delicate skin with his sharp teeth.
Her moan was the best reward as he worked his finger within her.
Pulling back, Khaazai made quick work of both of their clothing. He watched as little bumps spread over her skin as he peeled her clothes back, and she shivered in the chilled air, but he wouldn’t leave her too cold for long. He planned on keeping them well heated with their desire.
Zahra’s eyes widened as she glanced down at the apex of his thighs and watched his cock slide out of its pouch. Pleasure churned within him as she licked her lips, her eyes fixated on his length.
“May I?” She asked as she reached out a hand, her eyes seeming transfixed on his cock.
“You are my wife. My body is yours to touch whenever you like.” Khaazai motioned from his chest down. “You may always touch and explore to your delight.” There’d never be a day he’d say no to her.
Zahra’s soft hand wrapped around his hard length. “It’s moist.” She marveled as her eyes briefly shot up to his and then back down to his cock.
“Our males lubricate ourselves for our females.” He growled at the soft tentative explorations of her hand. “But I like how you grow wet for me in return.”
“Oh.” Zahra tentatively stroked his length. “Your females don’t get wet when they’re aroused?”
“No.” Khaazai hissed as his eyes closed. Her hands felt so good on him. “They aren’t as wet and soft as you.”
Even though her hand felt good moving over him, Khaazai held still, restraining his body from bucking into her hand, wanting to allow her time to explore his body.
A moment for her to get used to him, to get to know him.
Their wedding night had been more primal, needier. This… this was something different.
Zahra’s other hand encircled his length, and Khaazai ground his teeth as a growl rumbled low in his chest. It felt so good to have both of her soft little hands around his hot length. But he knew the pleasure her pussy held as well and he was eager to experience it again. Always. Forever.
Her movements grew more certain until she pumped his length eagerly. With a growl, Khaazai shoved her to the ground, wrapping his arms around her so she didn’t get injured as he laid atop her.
“Oh!” Zahra chuckled, but then sucked in a breath when he pressed the tip of his engorged cock to her entrance.
“You’ve teased me female and now I intend to bring us both pleasure.” Khaazai whispered into her ear as the head of his cock penetrated her entrance.
Zahra gasped at the large intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
“So tight.” Khaazai groaned closing his eyes as he shuddered with pleasure.
“So large.” Zahra moaned as the pain and pleasure mixed, and she arched her back, shifting her hips to give him better access.
As his cock slid in deeper, a constant growl vibrated through Khaazai’s chest until he filled her to the hilt. His fingers dug into her waist, and he began to slowly move inside her. Withdrawing and then thrusting back into her.
Khaazai found it immensely sexy as Zahra moaned and gasped below him. She was completely lost to her passions. No more reservations. No more hiding her desire, her need.
“So wet.” He growled, still adoring this fact about his wife. And she gripped him so tightly. So perfectly. He refused to allow her to leave, to allow her to distance herself from him again.
With a primitive war cry that rang in both their ears, he thrust into her again and again, her breasts bouncing wildly as he gave her no leeway. If he had to, he would make her desire him in every way possible.
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Zahra sighed as she let the euphoria of her orgasm fade. Raising a hand, she pushed him on the shoulder lightly. Khaazai rolled off of her, his cock sliding out of her, and she felt a trickle of his seed coat her thighs.
He caressed the side of her face with a clawed hand. “Give this a chance, Zahra. Give me a chance.”
Swallowing harshly, she gave one sharp nod of her head. “I know I’ve hidden away. It’s been unfair of me.”
“No more hiding from me.” Khaazai’s electric blue eyes held hers.
“No more hiding.” Zahra promised. It was only fair for both of them that she gave this a true shot. They were more than compatible in the bedroom, and the fact he’d given her so much space for so long also spoke volumes as to the man he was at the core.
“I wish I could stay here with you, but I should tend to some things that have been neglected. Our land has tenants that farm, and there are some disputes I should manage before they take it into their own hands.” Khaazai chuckled.
“Even our farmers use strength to resolve their issues. All of us are warriors.”
“I’ll find the others. I’m sure your sister will have another game for me so she can fish out more information about what kind of man I’m looking for.” Zahra rolled her eyes, but actually enjoyed his sister quite a bit.
Khaazai chuckled as he rose, and she watched as he tucked his cock back inside the pouch between his legs. “Next time she asks what kind of man you are looking for, just say Khaazai, and it will all end.”
A smile cracked over Zahra’s face as she waved him off. “Dream on!”
Khaazai kneeled and gently caressed her cheek before placing his forehead to hers, and her heart warmed. She smiled as he pulled away, and she watched him walk through the garden.
She was doomed. Her heart was doomed.
It was easy to ignore Khaazai back at the emperor’s place, but here? It almost seemed magical. She could easily imagine living here, out on some land surrounded by these lovely lands and the constant drizzle from overhead.
Getting to know him, his sister, and his past, it drew her to him.
He was centered around his family, and clearly loved his sister a lot.
He missed his parents, and she heard regret in his voice.
Regret that he may not have spent enough time with them before they passed.
It was something Zahra also worried about.
As much as she loved her career, she wanted to make sure she didn’t make it to eighty and regret not having spent enough time with her own family.