Page 28 of Her Older Sheikh

"You've made your point," he says dryly.

But just as he's about to pull his finger off, something wicked this way comes, and before I know what I'm doing, I already have his finger in my mouth, and I'm sucking on it like his pointer is my favorite lollipop.

Mr. Mine curses hoarsely his breath, and lust oozes out of my pussy at the sound.

"Enough."

But this only makes me suck harder on his finger, and Mr. Mine breathes hard.

A moment later, I feel his hand cup my cheek, and he says gently, "Enough, Madeleine."

It's his first time to say my name, andhismethod of distraction also works like a charm. My lips part in shock, and it's my turn to ask, "How did you know my name?"

"Your grandfather called you Maddy, didn't he?"

"Oh." He sounds a little too smooth, but I'm probably just imagining things.

"I prefer Madeleine, though."

And when he says my name like he's making love to every syllable—-

I prefer it, too.

So much so that—-

"Say it again, please."

"Why?"

"Because I like how you say it."

"Because of my accent?"

"No."

"Then why...Madeleine?"

A sweet ache squeezes my pussy, and I feel my body melting against his as I say, "Because you say it like I'm yours."

"You are."

"And you?" I ask tremulously. "Are you mine?"

"I am."

He says the words so swiftly and firmly, it almost feels like a dream.

"From the very moment we met," he says fiercely, "I was yours."

But I know it isn't.

It may feel like a dream, but it's not.

This is real, and I know this to be true not just because of what he says, buthowhe says it, and it's that moment—-

It's that moment whenmyMr. Mine becomes what he will be for the rest of my life.

He'smyRashad, and because he's mine just as I'm his—-

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