Page 150 of The Tycoon's Affair: Tempted By Desire
This was torture, being so close to Arkim again and yet not really knowing what he wanted from her. She whirled around and he was a lot closer than she’d expected, within touching distance.
‘Arkim?’ Her voice croaked humiliatingly.
He was staring at her mouth. ‘Yes...’
So she looked at his...at the strong sensual lines. And his jaw, so resolute. From the moment she’d first seen him she’d had that instinct to smooth the stark lines of his face.
She didn’t know who moved first, but it was as if attracting ions finally overcame the tension between them, and then she was in his arms, her whole body straining against his, her arms tight around his neck. Their mouths were fused, tongues tangled in a desperate hungry kiss, the breath being sucked out of each other’s bodies to mix and mingle and go on fire. Arkim’s hands shaped and cupped Sylvie’s buttocks, lifting her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around him.
She wasn’t even aware that Arkim had collapsed onto a couch behind them until she pulled back from the kiss to gasp in air and realised that her thighs were wedged open, tight against his, and she could feel the potent thrust of his arousal against where she ached.
She felt shaky. The fire had blasted up around them so quickly. ‘Arkim...what are we—?’
He put a finger to her lips. He looked fierce. ‘Don’t say anything—please. I need this. I needyou. Now.’
There was something raw in his tone...something that resonated deep inside her. Who was she kidding? She needed this too. Desperately.
She levered herself against him, pushing back. Infused with a sense of confidence borne out of what this man had given her at that oasis, Sylvie stood up and slowly and methodically took off her clothes until she was naked.
He looked...stunned. Hypnotised. In shock. In awe.
Sylvie came back and straddled him again, every inch of her skin sensitised just from his look. His hands came to her waist and she felt a slight tremor in them. She reached down between them and undid his trousers, pulled him free, smoothing her hand up and down the silken length of his erection, her whole body flushing red with lust.
The fact that she was naked and he was still almost fully dressed was erotic in the extreme. But when Arkim’s mouth latched on to her nipple, Sylvie’s fleeting sense of being in control quickly evaporated, and he skilfully showed her who was the real master here. She was rubbing against him, thick and hard between her legs, feeling her juices anointing his shaft.
Arkim groaned and dropped his head against her and said, ‘I need to be inside you...now.’
Sylvie raised herself up in wordless acquiescence while Arkim extricated protection from his pocket, smoothing the thin latex sheath onto his penis.
His hands were back on her waist—tight, urgent. He positioned her so that her slick body rested just over his tip and with exquisite care, as if savouring the moment, he brought Sylvie down onto his erection. She inhaled as he filled her, almost to the point of pain but still on the side of pleasure. When he was as deep as he could go he held her there for a moment, before it got too much and he had to move again...
There was nothing but the sound of their laboured breathing in the quiet apartment as the frenzy overtook them. Her knees were pressed to his thighs, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her whole body tightened and quickened as Arkim thrust hard and deep up into her, hips welded to hers. He was so deep...deeper than ever before. She could feel her heart beating out of time. And when the explosion hit there was nowhere to hide.
Sylvie’s head was thrown back, her eyes shut, every muscle and sinew taut, as waves and waves of release flowed through her body, wrenching her soul apart. And Arkim was with her every step of the way, his own body as taut as a whip under hers.
It was so excruciatingly exquisite that it almost felt like a punishment. As if Arkim was doing this on purpose, just to torture her. It was shattering.
And when the waves subsided Sylvie subsided too, unable to keep herself upright, collapsing against Arkim’s chest, her head buried in his neck.
She felt like a car crash victim. As if some kind of explosion had really just happened, knocking her out of orbit. The fact that his heart was thundering under hers was no consolation. Her skin was hot, sticky, but she was too wiped out to care.
She whispered into his damp neck, ‘What are we doing?’
She felt Arkim’s chest swell underneath hers, making her sensitive breasts ache. His voice rumbled around her.
‘We’re doing that again...as soon as I can move...’
Much later, when it was dark outside, Sylvie woke alone in a massive bed. She was disorientated for a moment, and then the pleasurable aches and tingles in her body and the tenderness between her legs helped her to remember the last few cataclysmic hours.
Arkim had been true to his word. As soon as he’d been able to move he’d carried Sylvie into the bedroom, stripped, and proceeded to make love to her all over again. Then they’d taken a shower...and barely made it back to the bed before making love again.
Sylvie groaned and rolled over, mashing her face into a soft pillow. What was shedoing?
She flipped back again and looked up at the exquisitely corniced ceiling, her mind racing with the implications of what it all meant. Arkim knew now. He knew everything. Everything she hadn’t been able to tell him out of loyalty to her sister.
Feeling curious, and wondering where he was, Sylvie sat up, wincing as tender muscles protested. She saw a robe at the end of the bed and reached for it, sitting up to pull it on. It dwarfed her slim frame but she belted it tightly around her, blushing when she thought of her clothes, which must still be strewn in that elegant reception room.
She padded barefoot out of the bedroom and back towards the main part of the apartment. As she was passing a door that was slightly ajar she noticed a dim golden light and heard a suspicious-soundingyap.
