"Nadira?" he asked as if he couldn't believe it. Seeing her give him a frowning smile, his face brightened and he turned in his seat towards her. "Oh shit, for a second, I didn't even recognize you. How are you? You were gone for so long," his words trailed away as his eyes darted all over her form, taking in every detail from her fitted blue-jeans, her black blouse, and red wedges.
This was it, this was what she had secretly pined for, for the better part of a year now. She would have murdered for this moment before.
Smiling a little nervously under such intense attention, Nadira looked away for a moment as other students filled in the class. "Yeah, I was sick, so I..." she realized she never thought of anything beyond that standard excuse but thankfully, she didn't have to.
"Well, damn, you look great now," Jordan said, shock glimmering in both of their eyes at the blatant words. "I mean," he gave a nervous laugh that seemed so unlike him it only made Nadira smile more in return. "I meant to say," he continued. "You look so...healthy now, that you must be fully recovered, right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine now," she nodded.
His eyes casted over her again as if he couldn’t believe it was really her. "Yeah, you look it, believe me." This time there was no modesty in his look. Brazenly, he leaned forward, his eyes becoming heavy as they pinned her to the spot. "So, what have..."
The sound of the professor walking into class thankfully stole his attention. Asking everyone to take out their books and turn to the current chapter, the professor made a few complaints about the unbearable heat in the room as did a few other students.
Moving in the corner of her eye, Jordan caught her attention again and leaned in his seat to whisper across the aisle.
Smiling with the confidence of a man who was rarely ever disappointed in life, Jordan stretched one muscular arm out and gripped the back of her chair as he leaned forward. "Get a coffee with me after class?" he asked.
Holding her pencil up to her lips, she gave him a small shushing noise and pointed the eraser end to the professor, who was now fanning himself with a piece of paper.
Undeterred, Jordan mouthed to her, "after class."
Later that afternoon, when she pulled into the curving driveway of their house and parked, Nadira wasn't shocked to see the ebony horned djinn standing there on the stone path that led to the front door, waiting for her. Shirtless as usual, his muscles gleamed under the sunlight, his folded arms causing his biceps to bulge wonderfully. Stepping out of the car, she walked around the car with her bag dangling over one shoulder.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Barely contained resentment dripped from his words like acid.
Warm understanding calmed any natural reaction she might have had at the djinn's accusatory tone as she continued to walk forward until she was only a foot away from. Tilting her head back to look up at him, she let him see the evident desire and happiness coursing through her shine back in her gaze. The ridge of his brow twitched in confusion, the only outward sign of emotion on his stony face.
Placing her hand on his folded arm, she pulled at his wrist until he unfolded both arms allowing her to hold his hand. "Why ask, weren't you there?"
All day she could feel the subtle warmth of the djinn around her, flaring hotter at each smile she gave and at each interested look she received. At one point, she feared the demon would set fire to the school as Jordan Ivers flirted with her.
"I was," he answered darkly as if daring her to protest.
Tugging his hand, she turned the angry, stiff djinn and led him back inside. Silently, he followed her past the living room and up the turret's curving stairs. "And you watched me turn Jordan down, right?" she asked placatingly.
His hand around hers tightened. "As if you had a choice," he growled back.
Dropping her bag on the floor near the door, Nadira led the demon further into their bedroom and stopped at the foot of their bed. Her body was aching for him, all day she had thought of Idrak's words to her yesterday, thought of everything he had done for her since she met him. The car, the clothes, the mounts of food, the wondrous things she had seen, all building blocks to give her the confidence she needed. He had given her freedom with strings, yes, but she realized she didn't care. She was happy for the first time in her life. Turning to him, she met his gaze and held it as she pulled her shirt over her head and enjoyed how the lowered ridge of his hairless brows lifted from their angered furrow in realization. Unbuttoning her jeans and lowering them down her legs she remembered Jordan Ivers's gaze as he stared at her legs appreciatively, and she realized that now that she had his attention she had craved so desperately Nadira no longer wanted it. Standing in just her underwear, she tilted her head back as she gave Idrak a silent look of assessment. His wide ebony chest heaved in and out as his breathing deepened. His arms hung at his sides while his clawed hands flexed. Unsnapping her bra, she let the satiny material fall to the ground as her heavy breasts hung free. Heat flared around her, mirroring the coils of longing heat arcing in her sex.
"I could've went with him," she finally corrected him, watching the way his hands clenched into fists at her sudden contradiction.
Narrowing his gaze until his empty white eyes upturned evilly, Idrak opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.
"I had the choice and I will most likely have the choice in the future, but I choose you." Nadira could see his anger fade slightly but his eyes stayed narrowed in suspicion.
Letting both hands glide down from his shoulders and rest against the firm rise of his pectoral muscles, Nadira bit back a sigh on her lips. He was a hard, strong creature, and underneath the sheer physical strength was equally powerful magic. Dropping her hands down the hard grooves of his abs, she settled them on the hem of his deep blue and purple dhoti. The rough canvas-like material of the stiff fabric rubbed almost chafing against her palms as she untied the intricate folds. Finally, after a few seconds, the material loosened against his narrow hips and fell to the floor at his feet, revealing his standing erection. Pleasure rippled through her at the sight that shocked her. A month prior, she could have never imagined herself looking at a man's cock with mouthwatering anticipation, especially knowing that what was standing before her was not quite a man. What has she become?
Pushing him back until he sat on the edge of the bed, Nadira kneeled in front of him, taking his length in her hand. A tiny, almost unnoticeable, shiver ran up Idrak's body as she took his hot flesh in her mouth. Veins pulsed underneath the thin silken skin of his shaft. With each movement of her fisting hand, it slipped easily over the steely rigidness beneath, causing his strong thighs to shake. Arching over him, Nadira opened her mouth, accepting him deep into her throat with a small groan. Taking him deep, she blinked back tears at the stretching feeling in her throat as she relaxed to accommodate him. Clawed hands buried in her hair and held her head steady, not allowing her to draw him out. For seconds that dragged on like minutes, she held his cock down her throat as she melded to each contour of his flesh. Heat around her, spiked as her pussy throbbed at the rough treatment. Fisting her hair in both hands, Idrak pulled her head back, slowly allowing her to suck each inch of him until just the tip remained. His white eyes were slits of cruel promises and burning passion. Pushing her head back down, Idrak let out a hoarse curse under his breath as she picked up the pace. Something in her wanted it rough. Bracing both hands on either thigh she lifted herself higher as she took him noisily in and out of her wet throat. She wanted to convey to him with action alone that she wanted more—needed more.