Page 33 of The Sheik's Kiss

Because of those plans, he showed no mercy as he sucked one of her pert nipples into his mouth. With his teeth, tongue, and lips, he teased her until she arched her back, screaming out his name.

Zahir noticed that her fingers were in his hair, but not pulling his head away. Moving to the other breast, he gave that one the same attention, intoxicated by the feeling of every part of her quivering with the same need that overwhelmed him.

“You’re so beautiful!” he groaned, moving lower, kissing her stomach. There was a deliciously soft curve here on her stomach and he nibbled on the soft flesh, teasing her hip bones before moving even lower.

He thought about standing up and starting with her feet, wanting to make her so crazy with lust that she didn’t have the ability to stop him, but his need was too urgent. Feeling her like this, writhing under him and begging with her gasps and her moans, her trembling need was a potent aphrodisiac.

Once again, he felt her fingers tug at his hair, then her soft hands cupped his face. When she looked at him, he swallowed at how gorgeous she was. Her lips were swollen, her nipples peaked, and there was an urgent heat in her eyes that he loved.

“I need you inside me, Zahir. No more teasing. I’m begging you, please just…!”

With her plea, he couldn’t hold back. His plan to do this slowly went out the window. Grabbing his slacks, he pulled out one of the condoms that he kept on him now that she was his, rolling it down over his painfully aroused shaft.

When he came back to her, Zahir watched as he entered her, so turned on by her pink folds taking his shaft that he had to look away. As he stared into her eyes, pressing deeper into her delicious body, he knew what he needed to do.

“Marry me,” he groaned, thrusting deeply into her and feeling her body tighten around him.

Her only response was a moan of pleasure as her fingers tightened on his shoulders. She closed her eyes, arching again, urging him deeper still. Taking her hands, he thrust into her slowly, ramping up her pleasure, making sure to rub that nub every time. She felt so damn good! And he wanted this forever. With her! Only Mandy. Ever since he’d seen her last year, he’d known that there was something special about her.

“Faster!” she whispered, biting her lip.

He slowed down, but still kept her primed, right on the edge. When she looked up at him, her eyes were wild. “You haven’t answered my question, Mandy,” he warned, then let his thumb slide against that nub. Not hard, but with enough pressure to keep her right where he wanted her.

“No…question!” she replied, gasping as her hips shifted, angling against his thumb.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, increasing the pressure. He could tell that she was close, teetering on the edge of her climax. But he pulled away, tormenting her further.

Her eyes widened and she growled, starting to reach down to touch herself. And damn, wasn’t that hot?! He loved that she was so wild right now, but he shook his head, pulling her hand away. He pinned her hands above her head as he slowed his thrusting even more.

“If you give me what I want, then I’ll give you what you want.”

“Not fair!” she hissed, sliding and angling desperately against him.

Zahir laughed and shook his head. “Nope, probably not. But we both know that we work damned well together.”

“Cheating!” she gasped and tried to pull away from him, still tugging at her hands.

“Probably. But if you say the word, I’ll give you what you need, Habibi.”

Mandy bit her lip, her body so close, so desperately close, and he understood that she was barely capable of thought. Zahir knew her body, knew exactly how to touch her and he continued to tease her without release.

“Can’t marry you!” she whispered, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek.

“You can,” he countered, thrusting into her harder, hitting that nub perfectly. “You just have to say yes and we can do this all the time, every night for the rest of our lives.”

Zahir shifted his hips, giving her a better angle and he would have laughed at the way her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head, except that he was right there with her. He needed release more than he needed his next breath.

So it was with a huge relief when she screamed, “Yes!” That might have been in response to the pleasure he was giving her, or it might have been an answer to his question. At that point, he no longer cared.

He pounded into her soft heat faster and almost immediately, he heard her cries of release as her inner muscles clamped down on his shaft. In that moment, knowing that she was going to become his wife as well as the way she screamed out his name, his control shattered. He let loose as his own orgasm washed over him. And he felt as if his whole soul was draining into her. He cursed the condom that prevented his seed from flowing into her, wanting to get her pregnant immediately.

But that would be wrong, he thought. They had to talk about children first. Plus, he wanted her all to himself for a while. He wanted to get to know her better, to understand how her father’s death had determined the path of her life, her choices. He wanted to understand how she’d become such a beautiful person.

Cradling her in his arms afterwards, he listened to her breathing and felt her pulse against his fingertips where they rested against her chest. She was silent, but he could “hear” her.

With little difficulty, Zahir stood up, cradling Mandy in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom. There, he laid her down on his bed and gazed down at her, seeing the dreamy smile in her eyes, he couldn’t hold back.

He made love to her all over again. This time, he went slower and more thoroughly, just as he’d promised he would. Once again, he took her to the heights of pleasure, but he didn’t ask her for promises this time. He already had her agreement to become his wife. No way would he let her take back that promise!

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