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He reached around, his hand cupping the back of her head, as he kissed her deeper. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her body, holding her to him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed flat against his hard chest. Her heart was raging. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. And everything up until this moment had only ever been a pale promise of this sort of passion.
For her, desire was so rooted in the unimaginable. In the thwarted desire that she felt for Cairo. But that was all hazy, and he was right. Riyaz was right. It was just a story. And the story was never anything more than images that you painted in your own mind. Or set pieces for a show.
But it wasn’t substantial.
It wasn’t real.
This was real. It was hard and sharp. There was nothing gauzy or easy about it. It was the rage of her own heartbeat, the warmth of his mouth, the slick friction of his tongue. The hard hold of his hand in her hair, the steel band of his arm.
It was need and fire. Temptation.
And when he swept her up off the floor, holding her in his arms like a warrior with a conquest, she knew that he didn’t care who saw.
And it made her not care either.
This was their moment. Their pleasure. Their freedom.
He opened the doors to the library, and walked down the corridor. There was no ceremony, no concern that there were other people wandering around the palace. He did not pause for any questioning gazes, nor did he offer any explanations.
And she loved it. She truly did love it.
Maybe, maybe later, there would be cause for regret. Maybe she would be sorry that she did this. But she would’ve made a mistake. One that was her own.
That was normal. Trying things. Seizing the moment. The good feelings. The desire.
She could have this. Why not? Why not take what she wanted?
She had been frozen all this time. Wanting a man she couldn’t have.
She wanted Riyaz, so who cared what came in the future? It was her choice. And there was something powerful in that.
He opened the door to his bedchamber, which she had personally never seen him anywhere near, and brought her inside, closing the door behind them and turning the lock.
Her heart thundered erratically as he stepped away from her, and removed his shirt.
She had seen him half-naked before, but this was different. Because he was looking at her with intent, and she knew that it wasn’t going to simply be a look. She knew that it would be more. His hands on her body. Her hands on his.
She knew that it would be everything.
And it felt right. To give this to him. To be part of what he was giving himself. Because who else would ever understand? Who else would ever know?
Who else?
He moved forward, reached behind her and took hold of the zipper of her dress, and dragged it down, the fabric falling away from her body, and unceremoniously dropping to the floor.
She hadn’t given a lot of thought to the underwear that she had on today, and now she wished she had. Since she was standing before him in nothing more than plain, serviceable white underwear.
But he did not seem to mind. Not at all. His gaze was hungry as it roamed over her curves, and she had never felt more beautiful than she did in that moment.
He moved toward her, taking her in his arms again, and kissing her. “I have a promise to keep,” he whispered against her skin. And then he turned his attention back to her mouth. Kissing her and kissing her until she was dizzy with it. With her own need. With the desperation of her desire for him. Until she was trembling, until she was ready to beg, just as he had promised her she would be.
His touch was almost unbearable, she was so hypersensitive. She wanted his hands directly on her bare skin, but she also didn’t know if she could endure it.
But then his eyes locked with hers, dark and hungry, and she knew that whatever was ahead... She wanted it. She wanted this. She wanted him.
And somewhere in there, she felt powerful. That this was a choice she was making—good or bad—like a very normal girl.
Except how many normal girls got to experience sex for the first time with a man who looked like him?
