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Tarek laughed. "I would rather have you singing my name just now." He pushed the long robe off her shoulders. It pooled into a gold heap around her feet. "I need to touch you, Tess. See you."
Tarek guided her backwards, heading for the thickest carpets and cushions. His golden gaze never left her face. Her heels bumped a pillow. She slipped her feet from her sandals. The desert breeze brushed her skin, left her tingling and her heart pounding.
Tarek slipped his robe and sandals off and then walked her tunic up her body until he had exposed a sliver of skin. He tugged at the drawstring at the trousers’ waistband, unknotting it. "Take them off."
She smiled and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers. They wanted to fall to the ground. She wanted to tease for another moment. "Yes, my king." She released them.
He made a noise low in his throat, and Tess couldn't decide if it was a growl or a purr. His hands were on her before her trousers hit the ground. She gasped at the heat in his palms and the way his fingers wrapped around her waist, as if she were a little, delicate thing.
She forgot about his hands when his mouth found her throat.
He bit lightly, sucked and then licked. She gave a sigh as heat pooled in her belly. She arched her back, pushing her breasts toward him, wordlessly begging for more. Reaching down, he pulled her tunic up over her head and off, then bent over her and took one nipple in his warm mouth. He licked once, pulled away and blew cool air on the nipple making her moan, as both nipples hardened in response. She grabbed hold of his shoulders. This time he took the other nipple in his mouth and bit. An arc of pleasure shot through her like an electric jolt.
She cried out, threaded her fingers through his silky hair, and tugged. He moved back to the first breast, took the nub in his mouth and sucked hard. She dragged open her eyes to watch. He bit, sucked hard again. She didn't recognize the sounds coming from her own mouth, but the waves of pleasure washing through her, hot and tingling, were those that only Tarek seemed able to give her.
The breeze cooled her skin. She ran her hands over Tarek's smooth, broad chest. He still had on his trousers, and she tugged on the soft fabric.
Pulling back, he told her, "Lie down. Spread yourself for me like the feast you are."
With a smile, she slid to her knees and lay back on the pile of pillows, arms stretched over her head and legs splayed. She felt wanton like this—open for him. His eyes darkened as his gaze traveled over her, leaving her dripping wet. He shucked off his trousers, and his cock sprang free. It stood ramrod straight and dusky, the head almost purple, a bead of fluid shining on the tip. She licked her lips, and he stroked himself once.
Her heart gave a hard thump.
She wanted to wrap her mouth around him. She imagined how he would taste—salty, spicy, every bit as delicious and exotic as the meal he had fed her.
Kneeling in front of her, he kissed her belly and slid his tongue to her hip, to her inner thigh. She sh
ifted on the pillows and gave a moan. His beard scraped her skin, and then his mouth fastened on her clit. She bucked up, and he grasped her hips and held her down. The world narrowed to the feel of his mouth on her, the flick of his tongue, the warmth of his touch, the sparks sizzling through her at every sharp tug he gave. She gripped his hair to keep from falling off the edge of the world and let out a little whimper.
As if he'd been waiting for that, he sat up and shifted to straddle her, kneeling so that his hard erection settled within reach of her mouth. She wrapped her hand around him—God, he was thick. And so deliciously hard. Leaning up, she licked the head once, ran her fingers over the soft tip, and gave a hum.
He moved away before she could do more, trailing his erection across each breast, pausing to stroke her hard nipples with a thumb.
She reached for him, but he stood, moved to his clothes, and came back opening a condom packet. She propped herself up on an elbow.
"I can do that for you." With a smile, he handed her the condom. She opened it, stroked him, stroked the condom onto him, easing it over his length. "You really are kingly."
He gave a laugh and pushed her back onto the pillows, following her down, pausing only when he pushed his cock gently against the top of her slit. Her breath caught in her chest. Her heart kicked to a wild pace and she shifted to open herself to him. He ran one hand down her thigh, lifted her left leg and hooked her knee up over his shoulder.
She gave a moan and stared up into his eyes. They'd gone dark as the night sky, but with a rim of pure gold at the edges. She couldn't breathe—couldn't talk. The world had become Tarek, and she knew she was in trouble. Big trouble.
This wasn't just sex. Not anymore. Whatever had sparked between them had shifted, become something so much bigger.
She was falling for him—in love with him.
She was lost.
He rocked against her, no longer teasing, every movement focused on her. He pushed into her, and she could feel the tremor in his muscles as he clung to his control. She wasn't even going to pretend she could manage this.
She fell back, spread herself wide, and let him into her heart.
Pleasure hit as sudden as a falling star. She fell again and again as Tarek plunged into her, sweeping her with him. He moved slowly as the sands of the desert, carrying her along. her body slicked with sweat, and her heart racing the wind.
He pushed his hands under her hips, lifted her ass off the ground, and pulled her to him. He plunged into her—deeper than ever—and stopped. She could feel him swell inside her, fill her utterly. She was going to burst.
He pulled out with a slow glide. She reached for him, tried to grab his ass and pull him back, but he gave another one of those growl-purrs and pushed back in with another slow glide.
God, he filled her perfectly, as if they had been made for each other. She shivered, trembled, and he did another slow withdrawal and even slower push into her.
