Page 55 of The Sheikh's Desert Princess

Eva felt lightweight in his embrace. Then he strode into the sleeping alcove, carrying her effortlessly. He laid her down gently on the bed. She looked up at him, his glorious, naked body silhouetted against the entrance to the sleeping area.

He was completely aroused now. She sat up and reached out to him, taking her gently in her grasp. She felt him stiffen, heard him draw in a sharp breath. His eyes widened and his shoulders tightened.

She held him for a few moments, enjoying the velvety feel of him. Every movement of her hand caused him to react as if he was struggling to contain himself. She knew what that felt like, she told herself. She was finding it hard to wait any longer.

As if sensing her impatience, Riaz leaned forward guiding her shoulders back so that she lay flat on the bed, with him kneeling on the side of the bed. He paused, gazing down at her.

When he ran his gaze slowly down the length of her naked body, she felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her. The look on his face was extraordinary, as if he was stunned at her beauty, as if he couldn't quite believe she was here with him.

Then he eased forward and lay upon her, taking his weight on either side of her. Eva gasped as she felt his naked presence across every inch of her body.

His body was warm and powerful and unbelievably tempting. She felt his firmness press against her belly, and her core warmed, anticipation flaring in her yet again.

Riaz kissed her, his lips harshly demanding this time. She could feel the tautness in every one of his muscles as she moved her legs, needing him even closer to her, wanting him like she'd never wanted anyone before.

Eva felt Riaz's hips move, easing closer to her. She felt him pressing against her mound and that triggered a fresh wave of pleasure, a hint of what was to come.

It was clear that his need had become urgent, as desperate as hers. They both wanted each other. Their time together these last days had brought something into her life, a sense of closeness she'd never experienced with anyonebefore. Was it the same for him?

Even as that question floated into her mind, she knew the answer. She could sense it in the way his body fitted into hers, even while she still waited for their true union. Because she knew that union was inevitable, now. She wanted it desperately, her body eager for his, eager for the closeness.

She felt his firmness press against her core, sparking sensation that vibrated through her being. He moved his hips slightly, and with every movement she felt gentle pressure, a reminder of his promise. The sensations strengthened as he shifted lower.

Then his firmness was at her core. He gazed into her eyes, his expression containing a desperate need. She saw his jaw tighten slightly and he drew in a deep breath.

Her own breathing was quickening. She ran her hands down the length of his back, feeling the heat of his skin, sensing the tightening of his muscles.

Riaz eased forward and he was almost inside her. Was he deliberately teasing her? Making her wait?

He kissed her again. This time she could feel the urgency in him, the tension that awaited release. She tried not to think of her own need, the fact that it had reached fever pitch.

Then she felt Riaz shift forward. She opened herself to him, feeling his hips move. He gazed into her eyes and she felt him at her core. With a gentle movement he slid inside her.

She gasped and tightened her arms around him. She tightened around him and Riaz drew in a sharp breath, lifting his head, and closing his eyes. Pleasure was written all over his face.

Riaz moved slightly, easing deeper inside her. He gazed into her eyes and she saw such emotion in those dark, passionate pools. There was a powerful need in his eyes.

"Eva," he murmured, his voice cracking with emotion.

He leaned his head down and kissed her, at the same moment easing all the way inside her. Eva felt him, the closeness of his body so intense. The pressure of him against her triggered a wave of pleasure that made her breath sharply.

Then he began to move, slowly at first. Every gentle thrust sent a new wave of sensation flooding through her body. She could feel the strength contained in his body, the tension beginning to ease, replaced now by an urgency of movement.

Their bodies were united in a gentle, undulating dance of pleasure. It seemed that every moment of the last few days had been leading to this.

Eva could sense him holding himself in check, trying to contain the obvious need to let himself free of the restraint he'd built around himself and his pleasure.

As he moved inside her, she felt the urgency of his need become stronger, his movements becoming quicker, every thrust deeper. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her body, every nerve alight with ecstasy.

There was nowhere else she wanted to be except here with him. Everything else vanished out of her awareness. All she could sense was him, his body and the intensity of the ecstasy they were sharing.

She felt the powerful weight of his body against hers, the heat of his skin burning with the growing pleasure. He was breathing faster now, his gaze hungry and emotion-filled.

Every one of Riaz's thrusts pushed Eva higher toward the new peak of pleasure which awaited her. She grasped onto the thick muscles of his arms, feeling the strain there, sensing that he was edging toward his own peak.

All she wanted was for them both to reach that peak together, in perfect unison, completely connected to one another.

She knew it had to happen. Knew that it was inevitable.

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