Supplication was never unwanted, when dealing with a god. If Jinn could have been appeased, that plea might have done it. But they were far beyond that now and, besides, he knew that Audrey was not begging him to stop. He could only imagine her reaction if he did.
And imagination was all that would be, as he drove her over the edge with his fingers inside her and felt her tremble against him as she muffled her cries in the bed covers. Tremors were still riding her slight frame, curling her toes as she flinched away and pressed herself into his hands as if unsure which way would soothe the ache inside her. Both, possibly. Or neither.
Jinn bent to lick the sweat from her spine, his beard soft against her skin, full lips pressing a kiss just above her tailbone. He enjoyed the small shivers that still coursed through her as he withdrew his fingers, enjoyed too the way she trembled when he drew her hips into his lap, his chest against her spine, his not-entirely-human warmth surrounding her. "Can you take more, little one?" he murmured in her ear. "Do you wish to?" He wanted her, yes, but he was not so selfish. And she had already given him more than she knew.