Page 20 of Forbidden Passion

“I need you naked!” she whispered.

He’d already found the hidden zipper on her dress and pulled it down, giving her more breathing room. With deft fingers, the dress slipped to the floor in a whisper and she vaguely heard a groan.

“Ciara, if I’d known you were wearing this lingerie under your dress earlier, you never would have made it to the party at all.” And then his hands were on her, smoothing over her back, her hips, pulling her up with his hands on her bottom. Thethong she was wearing was ripped away, then his hands were there again, moving over her body.

She gasped when his fingers sank into her heat. They were still standing up but his touch, so hot and demanding, so exactly where she needed his fingers to be, made her knees give out. Falk caught her and carried her back to the bed. They tumbled onto the bed together, ravenous for each other. He pushed her onto her back, his mouth moving over her nipple through the lace of her bra.

Ciara cried out, her hips shifting against his. Reaching down, she fumbled with his zipper. It took her several tries, but finally, she released his erection.

“Hurry!” she moaned.

“I want to–”

He gasped as her fingers found his shaft. Falk grabbed her hand, then slid his finger into her heat, stroking her in return. “Ciara!” he groaned again, then his finger was gone, replaced by his thick, throbbing shaft.

Ciara cried out, arching her back as she lifted her hips, needing to take all of him into her body. Deeper. Stronger. “Harder!” she whispered into his ear, then nipped at his earlobe.

When he started moving inside of her, she moaned, pushing back against each of his thrusts. And that pressed that nub harder against his abdomen, bringing her closer to that desperately needed release. When Falk lifted her leg up and draped it over his shoulder, that was all it took. The new angle brought her right over the edge so fast that she screamed his name, clinging to him as he continued thrusting.

Thankfully, he found his release moments later, pulling her closer as he shuddered, draining himself into her.

For a long moment, they lay together, their limbs entwined, breathing hard as they slowly recovered from the passionate storm.

It was Falk who moved first. Shifting away from her, he pulled out of her body making her whimper, not wanting to sever that intimate connection. He stood up and stripped off the remainder of her clothes. Ciara blushed, suddenly noticing that they’d been so frantic that they hadn’t even finished undressing!

“We’re going to do that all over again, but slower. And I’m going to be a hell of a lot more thorough.” He kissed her nipple, then rolled off the bed. Ciara watched as he walked into the bathroom, admiring his tight butt as he moved. The man’s thighs were so muscular, he seemed to walk differently than the other men. However, she had to acknowledge that she’d never paid that much attention to how other men walk.

When he returned, there was a washcloth dangling from his fingers. She reached out, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

He shook his head. “This is my pleasure,” he told her, standing at the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs, honey.”

Ciara emphatically shook her head. She realized what he intended and scooted back.

But Falk grabbed her ankle, chuckling as he shook his head. “You weren’t inhibited a moment ago. What happened to make you try to hide from me now?’

“Falk, I can do that myself,” she told him, reaching for the cloth.

With gentle but emphatic pressure, he spread her legs. For a long moment, he simply stared at her core and Ciara watched breathlessly as his body hardened immediately. It wasa fascinating process that had her mouthwatering, wanting to taste him, to take him into her mouth and drive him wild.

But she didn’t get the opportunity. Not this time. Because the warm cloth against her sensitive, pink folds startled her. He carefully, thoroughly, cleaned off the remains of their previous lovemaking. But before she realized what he was going to do, his mouth replaced the cloth.

Gasping, she arched, pressing her body against his mouth. That magical tongue of his flicked against her nub and she laughed-moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair, angling his head to direct him.

Despite the fact that she’d just experienced a glorious orgasm moments ago, Falk’s tongue and fingers brought her closer and closer to that edge all over again. Within what felt like mere moments, she was screaming her release. She was gasping for air, determined to give him the same pleasure, when he moved up her body and, after nipping at her nipple with his teeth, then soothing the tip with his tongue, he thrust into her.

His movements were slow and steady at first, as he experimented with angles and speed. Sometimes, he pulled out almost all the way, leaving only his tip within her before he thrust deeply back into her, filling her up and absorbing her groan with his mouth. And other times, he gave her short, fast bursts of speed, revving up her body so that she was so close….only to stop and have her hover there, desperate for him to finish the task.

In the end, he gave her the most blinding pleasure, both of them climaxing nearly at the same moment. And then he held her close, stroking her back as they settled into the bed together.

Ciara wanted to talk to him, to tell him that he couldn’t sleep here tonight. But before she could admonish him forthinking that it would be okay to spend the night in her bed, she was asleep, lulled by the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat against her ear.

Chapter 16

“Papa!” Myala called out, looping her arm through his. “How are you doing? Are you ready to leave?” she asked, trying to hide her disappointment. This evening’s event had been an absolute bust! Nothing had gone right! She’d tried to get Sheik Falk alone, only to be rejected. Then she’d done something crazy, and that had backfired on her.

“More than ready,” General Isif replied, patting Myala’s hand. “Did you have a nice time tonight?”

Myala glanced around, but she didn’t see the one man that truly interested her. “Not really,” she replied. Her eyes lingered on a handsome man standing beside the new groom. Sheik Zayed el Mastrion was certainly eye-catching. He stood as tall as Sheik Ramit, but the two men were very different. While Sheik Ramit and Sheik Falk were bulky heroes, Sheik Zayed had a more lithe, but equally powerful frame. He was tall and distinguished, but his muscles were subtler.

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