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His tongue found hers in a sensuous caress, shooting a bolt of lust deep into her groin. Moisture pooled inside of her inpreparation for what she wanted most—him inside of her. She moaned against his mouth and pressed her body against his so she could feel his erection pressed hard against her. The throbbing between her thighs drove her every movement now as she ground her hips against him.
He muttered an expletive as he broke off the kiss and pulled the dress completely off. He shook his head, as if in disbelief at what was happening, stepped away and pulled off his own clothes. He placed his hands around her waist and lifted her onto the bed. She fell back onto the velvet bedspread and opened her legs as he thrust his hips towards her. With one swift movement, he was deep inside her.
She cried out as a wave of sensation flooded her. He held himself there, at her center, and pushed aside a lock of hair which fell over her face. Then he kissed her again and moved out of her slowly. From the urgency with which it had begun, everything seemed to slow, as they moved together, as one.
She gripped his shoulders, sinking her fingers into his muscle and sinew as the spiral of arousal caught and escalated with each thrust. And then he moved faster, slight jerking movements and he came deep inside of her. She cried out again, gasping for air against his shoulder, as her sex coaxed and massaged him, kneading everything he could give her.
He rolled onto his back, blinking at the ceiling.
And then, as her heartbeat slowed and her thoughts loosened and flowed again, she felt the stickiness of his sperm leaving her body, and she realized what she’d done. She gasped again, but this time not from pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I didn’t mean to make love without protection. But…” He rolled onto his side and kissed her. “I had no thought other than to be inside you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you alright?”
She nodded. “It was what I wanted, too. But…”
She couldn’t have said anything further even if she could have put into words her confusion, because his kiss clarified everything. She wanted him again, except this time, she’d be more careful.
He propped himself up on his elbow and traced her lips with his fingertip, and then moved lower, and she realized once wouldn’t be enough for either of them.
His lips replaced his fingers as they moved over her breasts, and she felt his smile against her breast as his warm mouth descended onto her nipple, licking and sucking and teasing it out. She gripped his shoulders and let her head tilt back as she allowed the intense sensations to flood her. It felt like there was a direct connection between her breast and inside of her, which continued to pulse and swell with need. She groaned and gasped as he feasted on first one breast, then another.
Then he lowered himself and kissed her stomach. She shifted slightly, opening her legs as he moved lower and licked her most sensitive place. It was too much and she could feel the tensions ratchet up in her body and she pushed herself shamelessly against his mouth. But then he drew away, and she felt his fingers slip inside of her and she came in one explosive cry which vied with the screeching of the wind outside. Outside and in there was nothing but passion. As she weakened in his arms while her insides spasmed around his fingers, sluicing them with moisture.
He stroked her soaking sex, and she twitched under his caresses. “Um,” he said, “you are beautiful, wet and ready for me again.”
And he was also more than ready for her. She rolled on top of him and knelt between his legs, taking his cock in both hands. A drop like a pearl sat at its tip. She leaned over and licked it. He groaned and muttered some words in Arabic. She caressed his cock, closing her eyes as she explored its silkiness and size.Without a second thought, she sat astride him and brushed his cock against her clitoris before nudging her sex with it and sinking deep onto him again.
“I thought you wanted protection,” he murmured, rolling over and withdrawing from her. He smiled as he reached out to the bedside table, where he withdrew a condom from a drawer. It seemed the guest bedroom had been prepared for any eventuality.
She groaned and laid her arm over her eyes in shock that she could forget herself so completely. He lifted her arm and kissed her gently.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “You’re too beautiful to hide away. I want to see you. To know everything about you.”
And she wanted to be known. She didn’t demur when he took her hands and spread them wide. His chest brushed hers as he kissed her, thrusting more slowly into her this time, before withdrawing only to slide easily back deep inside of her again. Relieved of the urgency of their intense need, they now reveled in every thrust, every touch, caress, both inside and out. It was all-consuming. He filled her in every way—both with physical and emotional pleasure.
He lifted his weight off her, still holding her hands outstretched as he feasted on the sight of her pleasure, increasing with each thrust. She gripped his hands, trying to stop herself from coming again too soon, but there was no way she could resist his tormenting dominance. She cried out his name, again and again, as an explosive orgasm ripped through her body. He came then with quick thrusts inside of her. But he stayed there as her body milked his.
Only then did he release her hands and gather her into his arms, whispering endearments in her ear before kissing her hair, her cheek, her neck. Slowly their heartbeats calmed, leaving ablissful feeling of well-being. She couldn’t ever remember feeling this contented and at peace. She’d had boyfriends before, lovers even, but none had made her feel as cherished as this man. Here, in the middle of the desert, she’d found someone who appeared to want nothing from her, except herself. And she’d given that freely.
“You are so beautiful, so responsive,habibti, I did not imagine…” But he didn’t finish the sentence. Instead his hand stilled and he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.
“What?” she asked, shifting her head so she could better see the expression in his eyes. “What didn’t you imagine?”
But he shook his head and renewed his caresses once more. “Nothing.” Before she could ask him anything further because the look in his eye had changed and she could see that it was certainlynotnothing, he rolled her onto her front and lifted her hips with one hand while reaching out for the beside drawer of condoms which now lay open. And Sarah knew that the night would be full of endless pleasure.
And, sometime later, as she fell asleep in his arms, exhausted, she knew she was safe there, knowing that she had never felt more at ease, more at home. For the first time in her life, she felt as if she was where she belonged.
Kadar looked downat the exquisite pearl of a woman in his arms who had been so wonderfully responsive to his touch and thought to himself about the sentence he hadn’t finished. Because how could he? How could he tell her that never in a million years had he imagined when he’d traveled to the desert castle, searching for refuge from the requirements his life was making upon him, that he would find an answer to them here?
He was being told that war was inevitable to neutralize the threat by the Al-Barraq tribe and to bring peace and prosperityback to his country. But here, he’d found another way to neutralize the threat. It was an age-old solution and a perfect one.
He was sorry he’d tricked her, sorry he hadn’t been able to be completely honest. But how could he have been? How could he tell her he’d welcomed her into his bed knowing something she didn’t—her identity? Because of all the things he’d imagined for that night, it hadn’t been making passionate love to a woman who—whether or not she knew it, and she would—was the potential leader to the rival tribe. Their union was the answer to his prayers. And any product of their union would cement his future as King of Sirun.
God certainly worked in mysterious ways.
CHAPTER 6
Sheikh Kadar ibn al-Hadar, King of Sirun got no sleep that night. Somehow the answers to his problems had literally fallen into his arms and he’d made her his. Because that was what she was—hisnow. And he wouldnotlet her go. Everything depended on it. He was driven by duty and it was his duty to ensure his country was no longer riven by discord and enmity. He needed peace, and he’d come to the desert castle to find some of his own so he could figure out what to do. And the answer had been handed to him by God, driven to him on the wings of a storm.
