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He moved out a little and she pressed her lips tight, as if braced for the next push. She hummed as he slid in deeper, then nodded as he did the same again, only more precisely this time. Her thighs were shaking. Without intention she tried to wrap her legs around him—and promptly failed.

‘I’m so unfit,’ she admitted.

He laughed. She hadn’t heard him laugh in that way, and it was as low and as sexy as the man himself. He took her leg and pushed it back further, and she did the same with the other leg. He took her with hard thrusts that made her weak, this glimpse of unbridled need both exciting and thrilling her.

‘I want you wrapped around me,’ he told her, and her less than agile legs attempted to do it again.

Nothing could prise her off him now, because he thrust, and then thrust again, and there was another glimpse of him, a surge of rawness that had her wanting more, and they were locked together...

He felt her breasts against his chest, her legs tight around his hips and her hands in his hair. It wasn’t the smooth sex he was used to—it wasn’t anything he was used to...

Sahir pulled the pillow out from beneath her head, and Violet felt as if there might be no mattress—because she was in freefall.

She felt the wave of her second orgasm, not at all comparable to the little butterflies she’d felt whilst on the chair. It was all-consuming. Her legs slipped away, joined by the delicious sensation of him rigid for a second before he achieved his own release.

‘That was heavenly,’ Violet told him, and it would seem he agreed. Because he came down by her side and pulled her into him and they just caught their breath.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

‘About what?’

‘You’re not going to have major regrets?’

‘Gosh, no.’

She felt as if the world had been put right. As if her every last hang-up had been taken care of. Every fear about men, sex, life...all were vanquished, at least for now.

‘Though Grace must never, ever know.’

Violet let out a laugh that made him smile.

‘We’ll nod politely if we meet...’

Then she fell quiet.

Sahir was silent too.

Everything would be different when they next met, he knew.

Soon Grace would tell her of his royal status, or she’d find out for herself. Perhaps it was better that she heard that at least from him.

‘I have appointments tomorrow.’

‘I know...’ Violet sighed. ‘What time am I being kicked out?’

‘Not yet.’

‘Will we do it again?’

Sahir half laughed and pulled her closer, so her head was on his chest, and she lay there, feeling as contented as she ever had.

‘Tomorrow night I fly to Janana,’ he told her.

‘You said.’

She played with the gorgeous hair on his stomach. She loved lying relaxed and naked in his arms, half asleep and simply talking—it was another new adventure for Violet, and she loved the lulling of his low voice.

‘Carter does some work there?’ she checked.

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