Page 19 of The Sheikh's Fake Fiancée

She stepped into the shower with a light in her eyes and a sway to her hips.Holy shit.She was everything to him. The ultimate woman.

The moment she moved under the shower, the spray glistening like jewels in her still-dry hair, they merged together as one. He kissed her, his mouth exploring hers while he ran his hands down her back and pressed his palms to her ass as he pulled her closer. Her breasts mashed against his wet torso, the scrape of her nipples sending shockwaves straight to his groin.

He lifted her then, pinning her high against the tiled wall as he continued kissing her, harder and without mercy. She might have been unsure earlier, but she was just as needy as he was now. She kissed him back, her legs wrapping around his hips so that the head of his dick caressed her core.

Though it took everything he had, he pulled back. “Tell me this is what you want? That I’mwhoyou want?”

She nodded jerkily. “Yes—yes!I want you. I need you, Kain!”

He one-handed his dick, then thrust forward, filling her.So tight. Her whole body jerked in shock, her inner muscles constricting as though rejecting his entry. She could have been a virgin. He paused, just barely in control. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I—yes.”

He reached down and thumbed her clit. “I should have made you come first.” He rotated her sensitive nub, massaging harder and harder. Her head fell back, her long-lashed eyes sliding closed as pleasure swamped her.

It took all his willpower not to pound into her. Instead he waited until she cried out and arched her back, her inner muscles clamping and releasing and her very essence flooding his shaft before he withdrew slowly, then plunged deep again inside her.

That she looked shell-shocked by her orgasm, and by the pleasure rebuilding inside her made him a thousand times more determined not to come until she did once more.

Water squelched between their bodies with his every stroke, the rhythmic slapping enhancing the sensation of his dick sliding into her tightness. His vision misted over as bliss almost overcame him. “Look down at my dick driving into your gorgeous pussy,” he commanded hoarsely.

She did as he asked, her wide-spread legs giving her a perfect vantage point. He stroked harder, deeper, pushing her to the limit of pleasure-pain. “You’re mine, shortcake.”

She cried out, her voice as startled as it was hapless.

This time he didn’t hold back. He plunged once, twice, then roared his pleasure as his seed spilled inside her. His heart raced as his head fell forward, his mind already churning with an undeniable fact.

They hadn’t used protection. He was old enough not to fall for the heat of the moment, but he’d genuinely been thinking with his wrong head from the moment she’d stepped naked into the shower with him.

Something too much like yearning swept through him. Would it be so bad to fill her belly with their babies? He mentally shook his head. No. Not now…not yet. First he wanted to spend every moment with her that he could so that she’d fall in love with him and not want to leave him. Her getting pregnant would only make her resent the choice that had been taken away from her.

And he wanted a willing wife.

It might have been a minute or two before he forced himself to move again. He didn’t want to disconnect from her, he wanted to linger inside her, be a part of her for a few more minutes at least and savor their connection.

Only once they were separated and she was standing again did he brace his hands either side of her head, then kiss her again. It wasn’t until he pulled back that she looked up at him with wonder-filled eyes and said, “I didn’t know it could be that good.”

Satisfaction pumped through his blood. “Neither did I, shortcake.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

That Tabari had clearly not given her pleasure seemed all too obvious now. Little wonder she’d been reluctant to sleep with Kain. Her previous sexual experience had probably been terrible and therefore off-putting to any future relations.

He turned off the water pressure then pressed yet another kiss to her mouth. “We should get some sleep while we can.”

“While we can?”

He smirked, loving her sweet innocence. “I’m planning on a whole lot more fun with you tonight, shortcake.” And this time he’d make sure he was wearing a condom. He held out his hand. “Let me dry you.”

Chapter Twelve

Zania woke to what had to be the best sleep she’d had in a very long time. That was despite the fact Kain had woken her twice in the night after he’d shown her how much she really enjoyed oral sex.

Though she was sore and achy, her whole body was flushed with tingles and warmth. She no longer had to worry about being hot-blooded. Kain had proven to her that she really did enjoy sex and that she was no longer scared of being hurt by the act of sex. In fact…she craved it now.

She turned over in the huge bed, her arm hitting the cold mattress. She stiffened, resisting the sudden feeling that she’d been used. Kain wasn’t that type of man. He wasn’t Tabari. He was simply an early riser and no doubt had woken hours ago.

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