Page 27 of Dirty Wild Sultan

Zain chuckled, his laugh devoid of any humor making me shudder. He leaned closer and my eyes widened when his lips went past mine to press against my ear as he whispered, “I don’t want to know why you think so lowly of me, but I assure you, futurewife…” A slither of pleasure rolled over my spine hearing his rumbling velvety voice, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, “That you would be the one begging me to touch you.”

He was so right, he had no idea.

I would beg. For him.Onlyhim.

My eyes were glazed when they roved over his powerful, lean body, the muscles on his biceps moving when he leaned back on the stool. I pressed my teeth on my bottom lip, the air around us thickening with the steam, exotic oil, his musky cologne.

I met his eyes. “Then I beg you to touch me, Zain.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and added in a soft whisper, “Please.”

His eyes widened a little with shock, and something darker coursed through them. My heart thudded loudly when I realized what it was. Pure lust. Desire. If I could move back in the bath, I would, because his gaze turned predatory, and I felt like his prey. Naked in the bath, while he was covered in clothes.

I watched when he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dark shirt, revealing the tan skin underneath. My tongue seeped out to wet my lips. A hint of a smirk grazed his lush lips when he said,

“Spread your legs and show me your cunt, Princess.”

Shock spread through my body. His words… so dirty and wild for a sultan. I swallowed the lump in my throat, wondering if I had made a mistake in poking some primal beast.

I watched him stand up and remove his shirt, his eyebrow raising at me. Taking a deep breath, I followed his command, spreading my legs and blushing when his eyes landed on the apex of my thighs. His bulge hardening as he removed his pants and boxers, standing naked in front of me.

I licked my lips when he entered the bath, sitting down across from me.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to my legs.

I nodded eagerly. Perhaps too eagerly. “Yes, please.”

His large hands glided over my legs, goose bumps skittering all over my body when he leaned closer, spreading my thighs as wide as he could. The cold marble pressing against my skin.

I stifled my moan when his fingers ran over my slit, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to tease me. “Tell me, Nasrin, what do you enjoy the most? Getting your clit rubbed?” He rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers, watching me tremble. “Or your cunt fucked?” he whispered, his voice hot and heavy as his fingers slid inside me.

My back arched and eyes squeezed shut when my walls clenched around his fingers, a soft moan passing through my lips. When I couldn’t reply, he repeated his actions, fucking me with his fingers, curling them towards my G-spot.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Nasrin. Tell me.”

“Both,” I gasped, my eyes widening at him. “Both. I like both.”

Zain nodded, his body wet with water as he teased me. The pad of his thumb slowly rubbing circles over my clit, his fingers plunging inside me. Having him watch me grind myself on his hand felt dirty, raw, and intimate. His onyx eyes raking over my body as if he was thinking about touching and licking me everywhere.

Our eyes lowered to his hand, already glistening with my juices as his own hardened member stood erect. I tried to lean closer to him and please him, but he shook his head, his eyes blazing with lust and hunger.

I held his cheek and claimed his lips, a pleasant hum pouring out of him. He pulled me closer, kissing me deeply and intensely when my orgasm tethered on the edge.

“Every inch of you is divine,” Zain said, his voice thick.

I blushed, my neck and cheeks heating.

“I wish I could devour you right now and show you how much, Nasrin.” his guttural voice rolled over my body, his face leaned closer until his lips landed on my neck, tasting the skin, licking it.

I closed my eyes, arching myself in his touch when his teeth pressed against the sensitive spot. “I am touching you because you begged me to. Because I want to lick your perfect breasts and bite them when you come for me. You will, won’t you, Princess?” he whispered, my stomach tightening into a ball at his hot words.

My head dipped in a nod, my breathy whimper making him smile when he lowered his other hand into the water behind me, supporting my lower back. My hand moved on its own accord, holding onto his muscular forearm, veins moving when my fingers tightened over his tanned skin.

Zain hummed, his mouth lowering to my collarbone at the same time as his fingers thrust deeper, making me sigh at the slight relief. But it was short-lived when his hot mouth attached to my breast, his fiery tongue licking the pebbled nipple before his teeth bit into it.

I groaned his name, my half-lidded eyes gazing over his thick dark hair. Pleasure bubbled inside me at the familiar tightness. His mouth repeated the same actions on my other breast, the hand on my back rubbing slow circles as my orgasm climbed higher and higher until it reached its peak.

“Before you cum,” Zain said, pulling away from my chest. He licked his pillowy lips, glancing at his fingers inside me. “I have my own conditions.”

I gaped at him, wanting to strangle him with my bare hands for—

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