Page 77 of The Ruler
Khan scrunched up his face. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re insanely feminine with your curves and your long hair.”
“No, I mean being in control and always making decisions is my job. It has nothing to do with how I look.” I sighed. “It’s hard for me to let go and just give in to my feelings. We all have masculine and female energies; you do too.”
His brows dropped. “Excuse me?”
“Never mind.” I didn’t want to explain to him what clearly would be hard for him to wrap his mind around.
“My mind gets in the way, is what I’m saying.”
“Your mind gets in your way?”
“Yes, like I’m overthinking things.”
I wasn’t prepared when Khan took a step forward.
“Come,” he said and took my hand, “I want to show you something.”
“What?” I asked but followed him into the woods.
When we were out of view from the others I pulled at his arm. “What did you want to show me?”
Khan looked down at me and with a slow grin spreading on his face, he stepped close. “You seem to be confused,” he whispered against my lips, “so I’m going to show you that I’m a man and you’re a woman.”
“Khan.” My words were interrupted when he slid his hands around my behind and lifted me up from the ground, placing me astride his hips.
“Don’t think. Just let this happen,” he said and carried me a few feet before he pressed me against a tree, kissing me hungrily and without apology.
“The others,” I reminded him, panting from our kissing. “They’re going to look for us.”
“They won’t disturb us.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t think and don’t talk. Unless you wanna tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
My head wanted me to run, but my heart refused to listen. He had told me I was special to him, and I was done pretending that I didn’t have feelings for him too, when the truth was I’d been thinking obsessively about Khan for weeks now.
I felt rebellious, naughty, and free in that moment and asked him: “Are you sure you want this?”
He pulled back to look at me. “Are you drunk? First you think I’m feminine and you’re masculine and then you question whether I want you?”
I laughed louder and Khan placed us on the ground atop some soft moss and leaves.
“If the fact that I lured you away from the group wasn’t a clue, then my hard cock pressing between your thighs should answer your question.”
When Khan removed his shirt, I let my hands explore the feel of him. He was toned, ripped, and hard where I was soft. “I’m getting used to your muscles,” I said and pressed a kiss to one of his biceps.
“Are you getting used to my beard too?” he said and nuzzled it against my neck.
“It scratches,” I complained.
“You’re damn right it scratches,” he said and pulled my top off.
“Would you shave it off for me?”
His eyebrows flew up. “Shave off my beard?”
“I just wanna see what you look like without it.”
Khan didn’t answer but kicked off his pants.
“I’m handsome with and without my beard, of course.” He winked and kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth while smoothly pushing down his briefs.
