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“Aren’t you curious?” he asked and leaned so close that a whiff of his pleasant cologne played with my senses and brought back memories of his almost kissing me earlier.
“About what?”
“About fucking.”
“Nooo,” I cried out and sat up, pointing to his bed. “Get back to your bed and leave me alone.”
He tilted his head but didn’t show any sign of leaving. “What if I offered to teach you how to fly my hybrid?”
“What? No!” I exclaimed, not seeing the connection at all.
“I’m curious,” he said calmly. “And I would like to try it with a real woman.”
“Then do that, but leave me out of your perverted thoughts.”
With a raised brow, he asked, “Why do you think I have perverted thoughts?”
“Because… because…” I stammered, holding back what I really wanted to say.
“Because what?”
“Because you’re a man of the north,” I finally sputtered.
“Hmm.” He got up from his squatting position. “So you think that all Momsies have pure thoughts while we men up here in the Northlands are perverted by nature?”
My silence was a confirmation.
I froze when he leaned down over me and whispered in a low deep voice, “Maybe you’re right, but I doubt it. Let’s make a test. You lie here and think pure thoughts while I go to my bed and imagine you naked underneath me, spreading your legs for me and letting me ride you until we both scream out our orgasms.”
I was too dumbfounded to answer but sure enough he went back to his bed and made no secret of masturbating.
Knowing that he was fantasizing about me only made it worse, and somehow my imagination betrayed me by planting images of Khan on top of me in my head. I swallowed hard and tried blocking the unwelcome arousal that built in my body the longer his ragged breath lasted. It made no sense, since I didn’t even like Khan. He was cocky and self-assured to a fault. He had bad manners and was violent, with a brutal side that I’d seen in glimpses when he got into arguments with his men. He was too large, masculine, and hairy to be attractive.
Stop!I ordered myself.This isn’t me. I always look for the beauty in everyone; surely even Khan has redeeming qualities.But giving myself permission to think positive thoughts unleashed a whole bunch of them.
He’s fiercely intelligent and good at directing a discussion to his advantage, which challenges me – and his golden eyes are beautiful when he’s not mad. Also, he has kept his word and kept me safe.
My focus on the positive didn’t last long as his moaning from the bed rose in volume.
Oh, but the mind games he plays... I thought, frustrated, and tried hard to block out the thought of his pumping in and out of me in a slow steady rhythm.
“Fuck yeah, Pearl, take all of me,” he groaned in a low raspy voice.
The images of his naked body merging with mine caused heat to spread at my core and I squirmed on the sofa, unable to find any rest with the strong tingling sensation down below.I’m not aroused and I won’t touch myself, I told myself, but both were untrue statements and it was a great relief when Khan finally reached his climax and stopped.
“Thank you.” He grinned, out of breath. “I had no idea you were so flexible. I had your legs on my shoulders when I took you.”
“Pervert,” I muttered.
“All innocent thoughts in your head? Or did you feel like joining me?” He clapped his bed invitingly. “If you give me a second, I’m happy to go for another round.”
“Good night,” I said sharply and closed my eyes.
He chuckled. “Good night, Pearl, andsweetdreams. If you need to do more research on masturbation, I’m happy to let youjack my beanstalk.”
CHAPTER 7
Archer
