She sighed and sunk back into him, the sounds of his voice in her ear and his bulk behind her more relaxing than anything else. She was grateful, too, that Jinn took his time. She was hardly inexperienced, but sometimes having someone behind her threw her a little off-kilter and it was really how constantly communicative and present he was that set her right again. She thought of the stories she had been told when she was younger about the jann who would lurk in graveyards and steal innocent children from their beds and it only made her smirk and grip tighter to him. She could imagine it, easily, the far-away place he described and how in another time and place he might have answered a wish.
The hand at her throat didn't settle as a threat, either. It was easy and comfortable, and she liked the little bit of pressure there - not from force, but just from the heaviness of his body. The heat that coiled in her, the one he spoke of and seemed to try to call forward, was much slower this time than it had been the first, but she could feel it growing. She'd had just enough time to settle that her nerves weren't on fire anymore, but it didn't take much effort to bring them back to that point again. Little by little. She rolled her hips against his, the arch in her back creating a small gap of space between them. While she had been desperate for the first wave of relief, she let this one unfurl easier and merely sighed as she felt the first vague pulse around him. It wasn't the kind of hard, crashing orgasm she'd had the first time, but it was a suggestion that she was building to it again and it would come before too long.