Page 22 of The Sheikh's Fake Fiancée

All my love,

Tabari xx

Chapter Thirteen

Kain had a spring in his step as he walked down the many corridors of his palace and finally entered the front door into his suite of rooms. He wanted only to sweep Zania up into his arms and kiss her senseless, then maybe indulge in a few more carnal activities.

He’d been doing his best not to think about her all morning, but his blood had been near simmering and his cock at half-mast the entire meeting. Despite the lust filling his veins, he’d somehow made sound, rational decisions, ones that would see his country move forward.

He only hoped none of the other men had sensed that his passion had been in the bedroom and that his mind had only been half on the matters at hand.

He strode through the kitchen, noting the teapot and cup on the table, along with a full breakfast that appeared untouched. He frowned. Though Zania was petite, she still needed to eat. She’d need all her energy for the plans he had in mind for them.

He found her on their bed. But it wasn’t because she was waiting for him. He froze in the doorway as she scrolled through the messages on her phone.Damn it!Was she trying to make herself sick by reading all the negativity from her texts?

Then again, he had no doubt half those who’d once sent her disparaging messages were now sending her glowing, lovely texts since hearing she would soon be a sheikha, and would therefore be more powerful, influential and important than they’d ever be.

That her bed-mussed hair spilled past her shoulders and the cotton robe revealed as much at it concealed made him want to have his wicked way with her all over again. He bit back a growl. He couldn’t get enough of her!

As if sensing his presence, she looked up with a start, one hand pressing to her chest before she quickly turned off her phone and placed it into the top drawer of her bedside table beside her.

His heart thumped, a knot in his belly pulling tight. “Is everything okay?” he asked, nodding to where she’d stashed her cell.

Her smile was overly bright and a little too quick. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” she stretched a little, the hem of her robe climbing up her thighs. “I’ve had a lovely, lazy morning.”

Though his feel good vibes had dissipated, his dick grew harder. He resisted a growl. It needed a damn muzzle! He wasn’t stupid, he knew when he was being distracted by sex. That it was working caught him off-guard. He wasn’t some randy teenager.

He strode into the bedroom, untying his tie. A traditional thobe might be more comfortable, but a suit was invaluable at times to stand out amongst the other men who circled him like sharks scenting blood. His jacket came off next and he watched as Zania’s eyes widened, her kissable lips dropping apart before she unconsciously licked her full, bottom one.

He hid a savage grin. Whatever she was hiding from him, she couldn’t hide her need for him. He took his time unbuttoning his white dress shirt. It wouldn’t be hard to find out exactly what it was she didn’t want him knowing.

Until then…

He toed off his footwear and dragged off his pants and boxer briefs. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” he said huskily. He climbed onto their bed until his knees were positioned either side of her hips. “Been thinking about what it might be like to have your luscious lips wrapped around my dick.”

Her eyes glowed, and she practically purred. “I’ve been thinking about the very same thing.”

His dick gave a savage kick, his heart thundering even before she wiggled down and clasped his shaft in her hand. When she opened her mouth and drew the head of his dick inside, he wanted to howl like a wolf at the moon.

So. Damn. Good.

Her tongue flicked his slit and he jerked forward. She pinched his inflated balls. “No moving,” she demanded.

Passion roared through him.Holy shit.How hadn’t he known how much he liked a woman taking control?No.Not just any woman. Only Zania. She might be small and petite but she knew how to take charge, knew how to turn him on every which way.

Then she sucked his shaft all the way in until she hit the back of her throat. He closed his eyes on a groan and she suctioned hard, red-hot tingles lancing from his dick to his balls.Fuck.Had head ever been this good? He opened his eyes, amazed at how much of his shaft she’d taken in.

She began to bob her head up and down, emulating the act of sex, even as her innocence shone right through. Somehow, it made their interaction ten times hotter.

His balls lifted, his dick about to explode. As much as he’d love to spill his seed into her mouth, he wanted even more to surge deep into her pussy, and to reclaim her as his own.

“My turn,” he said in a croaky, ravaged sounding voice.

She released him, and he tugged her up toward the bedhead. He bent, his mouth slamming against hers, needing to kiss her sweet, soft lips as much as he needed to damn well breathe.

She strained against him. When her robe came undone by the friction of their writhing bodies, he tore his mouth free to stare down at her. She had the sex-tousled look down to perfection. He swallowed hard. She was everything he wanted in a woman, and so much more.

He crawled down her body, kissing her creamy throat, her collarbone, then the tip of each gorgeous breast, her writhing escalating his own need. He moved farther down, dragging his tongue across her navel before he spread her thighs wide and pushed apart the petals of her sex, exposing her glorious little bud. With a ragged groan, he latched onto it, sucking hard.

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