Page 111 of Warming the Sheikh's Bed & Love in the Fast Lane

He moved his fingers to her hair and ran them through it roughly. “This hair is mine.” He lowered his hands to her breasts, and through the soft material of the new Prada dress, he circled her naked nipples. “These breasts are mine.” And he thrust into her, lifting himself off the chair and grabbing her hips to hold her steady as he drove into her again and again. “All of you is mine, forever.”

She exclaimed as sensations almost overwhelmed her. He stilled her with his hands. “Stand up.”

“Huh?” She asked, groggy still from the sensual exploration that had been about to pull her apart.

“Stand.”

“I… don’t want to…”

He grinned. “Separation will be brief.”

With a small noise of protest, she pulled away from him and stood, as he’d directed. He linked his hands in hers and pulled her towards the enormous glass windows that overlooked Melbourne. She knew they were fully tinted because she’d been on the balcony earlier that week, looking in and seeing nothing. Still, she reached for the switch as they passed and turned the lights out. Only a golden glow from a lamp remained.

“Hands here.” He pressed her palms to the window, and came to stand behind her. He entered her swiftly, surprising and relieving her at the same time. His hands cupped her breasts, holding her still as he took total possession of her, building her need in waves of crashing desperation. It was a total sensory invasion. His body filled hers completely, and his hands teased her breasts, squeezing and cupping. “Look at the world that is ours to explore, S.B. How did you ever think we would walk it apart?”

She was incapable of speech. Every single nerve ending of her body was quivering with physical sensations.

“I can see your eyes are closed,” he whispered. “Look. Look at it. At us. At how right it is that we are together.”

She blinked and watched. She saw her flushed, feverish face crinkled with desire; she saw his, powerful and possessive, proud and victorious, as he moved within her.

“Yes.” She said simply, for he was right.

“Your body has sung to mine for years. Living without you has been an agony.”

He moved harder and faster, pumping the essence of himself into her and she cried out as her own body began to convulse with blessed release.

“You will never leave me again,” he said quietly, his hands now running the length of her back. “You will never leave me again.”

She leaned forward infinitesimally, pressing her forehead against the glass window and shaking her head from side to side. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled away from her, but for the briefest of moments. Just long enough to lift her and cradle her against his chest. He carried her through the apartment, to the palatial bathroom. Gently, he removed her dress then eased her into the spa and began to run warm water into the enormous space. He disappeared briefly, to get some liquid wash, which he tipped into the running water. Then, he eased himself into the tub, sitting opposite her. Against the cream of the bath, and the white foam of the bubbles, he looked tanned and masculine.

“You must be exhausted,” she observed quietly.

“I am living on adrenalin,” he retorted with a grin. “You know I do not need much sleep.”

She did. Oh, how she knew that.

“Aurora,” he said, his eyes hooded. “I want you to touch yourself. For me.”

Her eyes flew wide. “I … what?”

“I want to see you… please.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “You are mine. I am yours.”

The objection she’d been about to voice stuck in her throat. The water was deliciously warm against her skin, and her whole body was still reverberating with sexual energy.

“And watch me while you do.” He commanded again. Slowly, she lowered her hand, her eyes glued to his, as her fingers found the most sensitive flesh of her body. She began to move over it, surprising herself with how quickly she felt the orgasm building. “Do not be ashamed,” he said, when she instinctively closed her eyes. “Your enjoyment is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She nodded, t

racing her tongue around her lips, as her arousal built to fever pitch.

“Good,” he murmured. “Come here.”

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