Page 30 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

His hands clamp on each side of my waist, and I feel like I'm about to faint.

So, so dead.

"I wasn't asking if you wanted dessert."

And then he's scooping me off my chair—-

"I'm asking if you're ready to be mine."

And the next thing I know, I find myself laid down on the table he's cleared—-

Like I'm his dessert.

My heart threatens to leap out of my chest as he reaches for the waistband of my pants.

I want to stop him.

I know I should.

But I find myself actually lifting my hips as he pulls them off.

This is insane.

He takes hold of my legs and pushes them wide open.

So, so insane.

I raise myself on my elbows, and my breath catches as I watch him get rid of my panties.

He meets my gaze once I'm completely exposed, andaaaah.

I'm unable to stop staring even as he draws a line against my throbbing folds.

He continues to stare at me as he licks the wetness off his finger.

"I think you're more than ready,habibti."

It's the only warning I have before he begins feasting.

On me.

I fall back against the table with a whimper.

And find myself staring up at the ceiling as he pleasures me with his mouth.

His lips.

His tongue.

And oh, how he uses them to perfection.

Everything's just so unbearablygood.

Every lick.

Every stroke.

Everybite.

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