Page 25 of Seduced By the Sheikh

He dipped down and kissed her breasts and she tilted her head back and swallowed, raking her fingers through his hair. “I’m not so sure I want slowly anymore,” she said breathlessly.

Together they fell back on the bed, the satin cover slippery beneath Soraiya’s bare skin. He placed his leg between hers, easing them open as their kiss deepened. She held his head between her hands as if scared he’d leave her. She wanted everything he could give her. As if to emphasize this, she wrapped her legs around him. His cock prodded at her sex, and she gasped and pulled away from the kiss.

He reached down and played with her, smiling when he discovered exactly how wet she was. He guided his cock against her, rubbing her a little and then with a small thrust he entered her part way.

She cried out, not through any pain, but through surprise.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pushing her hair away from her face.

“Yes, I’m fine. A lot more than fine.” She wriggled so that he slid into her a little more. But he resisted going too far and focused on kissing her. Slowly, she relaxed, and she felt her body accommodate him as he slid a little further inside her.

Then he pulled away. “Habibti,” he said, “this may hurt a little.”

Before she could reply, he thrust smoothly into her, breaking away the last barrier that lay between them. She gasped, and this time it was from discomfort. She felt a numbing pain deep inside, but she had no time to consider it because he was playing with her clitoris, and kissing her, relieving her of any thoughts except pleasure.

She’d never known that feelings of discomfort could co-exist with deep sensations of pleasure. They flowed in waves over her body.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, as her breathing came shorter and he moved easily inside of her. Suddenly she clung to him, and cried out as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. He thrust repeatedly inside of her and she knew, by his fast breathing and deep groans, that he’d just come.

After his breathing slowed, he withdrew from her, and they lay on their sides, facing each other. “It’ll be better next time,” he said, gently running his hands over her shoulder, arm, and bottom.

She nodded, unable to speak because of the unexpected emotions which filled her. It was much better than she’d expected. For years she’d imagined this moment, and it hadn’t included the kisses, the tenderness and her body reacting to his as if they were one.

“It was pretty good this time,” she said, kissing him and pressing her body against his, ignoring the discomfort. It was nothing compared to the feelings he gave her, which were most definitely something.

They rolled over until she was lying on top of him. She sat up, her legs astride his hips.

“Not again, not tonight,” he said, rolling her over until she lay on her back. “You will be too sore.”

“But, Zak?—”

He pressed his finger to her lips. “Enough, habibti. Trust me on this.”

And it might have been enough if he hadn’t kissed her. Because then things spiraled out of control again.

She writhed in his arms, but even though he was obviously ready to take her again, he resisted.

“Please, Zak. Just once more.”

He laughed, leaned on his elbow and traced her breasts, caressing them in a way which took her breath away. “I won’t enter you again tonight, but I will give you what you want. Lay still.”

And she did. Weak with desire, she rolled onto her back and then she was entirely at his mercy as he played with her body until she could feel the orgasm slowly mounting. And when it came, it came with a sudden blast, making her hands and feet tingle and every fiber in her body come alive.

She rolled up against him, suddenly embarrassed at how much she’d let go of her self-control in front of him. She blinked up close to his skin as he held her close. So this was what loving was all about. No wonder it caused war and bloodshed and chaos. But, she thought, as she moved her hands over his body, exploring its muscles and sinews, its dips and mounds, it also caused bliss and peace. She just hoped that loving Zak would continue to bring her this.

He stopped as she explored a bit too long in one particular place. “Enough, woman! Do you know that you,” he said, kissing her before lying on his back to gain his breath, “are very demanding.”

The smile slipped from her face. “Oh.” She hated any sense that he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as she had.

“But,” he grinned, turning to his side and tracing her lips, “in this case, it is a very, very,” he kissed her again, “good thing.”

CHAPTER 13

Three months later…

Soraiya waited for her sister-in-law, Sarah, to arrive under the shelter of the walkway at the side of the palace. She was glad of a little peace while she waited. Every day of the past few months, her hours had been filled with business which often stretched into the evening, and she was with Zak every night.

And what nights, she thought with a sigh. Nights of passion, kindness, tenderness and hope. She looked up into the sky for signs of Sarah’s incoming helicopter. But the sky was clear of aircraft, so she turned and walked back toward the palace, allowing herself to indulge in thoughts about Zak.

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