Page 48 of Warlord’s Empire

Saskia fell more deeply in love with him.

“I want you,” she said breathlessly, reaching for her shirt and yanking it over her head. Her heart pounded with fear and anticipation. “I want you on top of me, under me, inside me, everywhere.” She used her bedpost to bend over and yank her shoes off her feet. “Please, Muhammed, I don’t want to wait. I know what I want, and it’s you.”

Her bold words worked and before she could unbutton her jeans, he was on top of her, picking her up by the armpits and throwing her backwards onto the bed where she landed with a bounce.

He crawled over top of her, enveloping her with his body. He framed her face with trembling hands, gently brushing stands of her hair aside. The way he looked at her, wonder glittering in his bottomless gaze, made her feel incredibly powerful. He was so still, as if holding himself back.

“What are you thinking?” she whispered, clinging to him, running her hands over his arms and as much of his back as she could reach.

“That you’re beautiful and I don’t want to stop looking at you.”

Saskia felt her cheeks heating. “I’m not beautiful.” She wasn’t digging for a compliment, she was realistic. She was cute at best, but not an elegant brainiac like Shaun, a gorgeous badass like Leeza, or a stunning powerhouse like Ayaan. Even Shola had the whole warrior princess thing going for her.

“In my eyes, there are none more beautiful than you.”

The earnestness of his tone got to her and she teared up. She never thought she needed to hear those words from a lover, but they meant the world to her.

She touched his face, feathering her fingers over his strong jaw, then sliding them up to his thick black brows and along the ridge of his forehead. “To me, you are the most beautiful man on this planet.”

He grinned at her, his teeth flashing. “Then we are a pair of rare beauties, aren’t we?”

She laughed, but it quickly disappeared as he touched her, his finger exploring the dip in her throat before tracing a path over her chest, stopping on the clasp of her bra.

She took a quick moment to send up a prayer to the sex gods that she thought to wear a front clasping bra today. She watched with anticipation, her breath in her throat as he released the tiny metal clasp, allowing her breasts to spill out.

His intense gaze made her heart flutter as he lifted a shaking hand, laying it over her breast, enveloping it with his rough hand.

She gasped, arching into his touch.

“You like that?” he asked, wonder in his tone.

“Yes,” she whispered, forcing the word past her constricted throat.

He stroked over and around the nipple. His finger looked huge next to her breast. He was huge. Was this even going to work? Don’t think about it, she ordered herself, forcing her mind back to the sensations razing through her.

And god, those sensations were incredible! Arrows of heat ran from her nipple, straight down to pool in her belly. She felt like she was melting from the inside out.

It was the most exquisite feeling; one she wanted to last forever.

“More!” she demanded, arching into his exploring hand.

He groaned, burying his face between her breasts, his hands reaching down her body to unzip her jeans.

She gripped his head, holding him in place as he latched onto a nipple, sucking it into his mouth, gently rolling it between his teeth and tongue. Pleasure streaked through her, filling her with a building desperate need.

Crouching over her, Radik pulled her jeans and panties down her legs, yanking them off and tossing them away. She was now completely naked.

“Touch me!” She gripped his head and lifted her hips, showing him what she meant.

His groan vibrated through her as he slid his hand between their bodies, trailing his fingers over her belly until he reached the soft hair at the apex of her thighs. His fingers sifted through it before delving further, separating her, stroking her, igniting the fires of her lust. She felt helpless to do anything but moan and thrust her hips at him, seeking that incredible peak she’d only ever experienced at her own hands.

He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, lifting her, forcing her to look at him as he played her like an instrument. “I want to watch you fall apart in my arms, knowing I will be the one who catches you and makes you whole again.”

She only heard half the words, but it was enough. She exploded beneath him, a keening cry flying from her as she bucked against him while his finger continued to circle her clit.

As she drifted back, she wondered if it could get any better, then he thrust one long, thick finger inside her.

“Oh fuuuuck!” Her back arched, then slammed back down on the bed, her entire being focused on the intense, tight sensation.