Wish For Me (The Djinn Order #1) by A. Star

Author:A. Star [Star, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Diantha Jones
Published: 2015-04-24T21:00:00+00:00

I said the magic words.

Irving’s mouth came down on mine so hard it was almost painful. He kissed me, hard and deep, taking me over so quickly that all I could do was surrender and let him invade. I was no longer his master. He was mine.

His tongue fought with mine for dominance, but it wasn’t much of a fight. He conquered me through submission and there was no going back from that point on. I burned for Irving Amir and I welcomed whatever he wanted to do to me.

I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the kiss. When I opened them again, we were in a bed chamber and I had no doubt that it belonged to Irving.

Opulence seemed to be on the menu that day and Irving’s round chamber was no exception. The walls were covered in gold leaf wallpaper that was applied to appear as though it was plush and billowed. The ceiling wasn’t flat, but curved upward in the center, creating what appeared to be a never-ending tunnel that led up to who knew where. Glass sconces circled the entire chamber, only breaking for a double floor-to-ceiling window shaped like a keyhole and a vaulted entryway that I assumed led to a bathroom. I didn’t see a closet anywhere, but I’d only ever seen Irving make his clothes appear out of thin air, so I figured Djinn probably didn’t need closets.

His bed was gigantic and square with a steel arch and silk bed sheets. The headboard was a steel pulley wall or whatever it was called. All I knew was that there were two pulleys on wheels wedged inside the wall’s many grooves and attached to the pulleys were steel cuffs. Like the ones used in some sort of torture chamber. Like ones I knew I would end up end before the day was over.

“Take off your clothes and lie down,” he commanded. His back was to me and he was undressing. Well, sort of. After he removed his duster, the rest of his clothes just faded away and were replaced by a pair of metallic tweed harem pants that were as masculine as they were beautiful.

“Wow,” I breathed. Irving turned and cocked his head at me. There was a question in his eyes. “You just look so much like…a prince.”

Irving didn’t smile or acknowledge my comment. Clearly I’d answered the wrong question. “Why are you not naked, Glory?”

I shrugged, feeling awkward and slight overwhelmed. “We’re actually going to do this with the lights on and the window open? It’s still the freaking morning time.”

“And that means what exactly?”

I felt like a pimply teenager who was trying to talk herself out of her first sexual encounter. “I’m just not a sex during the day kind of girl. I mean, I haven’t done it often. Maybe once and that’s it.”

“Are you ashamed of your body?”

I blanched. “What?”

“Why do you not want me to see you?”

“I’m not hiding my body from you, Irving. I’m not ashamed of how I look.

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