Page 17 of Sheikh's Unexpected Triplet Babies

There was something ceremonial about it. There was no hurry at all in his hands, nothing rushed or demanding. Instead, it was nothing but control, even if his hands shook a little. In the end, her underthings and shoes were piled discreetly to one side, and her dress he had laid over the ledge, where it fluttered slightly like a white flag of surrender.

It was the first time she had stood naked in front of a man, but for some reason, there was no embarrassment and no humiliation. She didn't reach up to cover her round breasts from his eyes or to shield the delicate fluff of dark hair between her legs. Instead, she looked up at him with her chin tilted up slightly, almost defiant, almost challenging.

This is me, she thought. Could you want me? Would you have me?

The answer in his copper eyes was nothing but “yes.”

"You said you trusted me," he said, and without waiting for her response, he lifted her up to sit on the terrace.

The first thing that struck her was the cold of the stone. Despite the warmth of the night, the stone ledge was icy, and when the warm skin of her rear hit it, it felt even colder still. Bedelia gasped, and then she glanced behind her, at the people who were still celebrating below. They were so far up that the people looked small to her, and she knew that at this late stage in the celebration, none of them would think to look up.

Jahin's soft chuckle made her jerk her eyes back to the man with the copper eyes, the great lord who brought fertility and wealth to the land.

"Don't look down at them," he said. "Look down at me."

At first, Bedelia had no idea what he was talking about, but then he was dropping to his knees in front of her. No, not in front of her, between her legs, and he parted her knees easily. His hands were warm, and she sighed as he stroked them along her waist and thighs.

"Trust me," he murmured. "I would never let you fall..."

She started to respond, but then he pressed a warm kiss into the crease of her thigh, and Bedelia whimpered instead. His kisses were gentle at first, almost innocent, but then they grew more heated. He was licking along her sensitive skin, making her moan, and then slowly, he spread her open even farther.

Bedelia couldn't stop the startled cry she made. Her hands, wild and looking for something steady, landed in Jahin's hair, making him laugh.

"Try and control me if you think you can, beautiful one," he taunted, and then he placed one long, strong lick right along her slit, ending with a nearly breathtaking pleasure against her clit. Bedelia's cry was as much surprise as pleasure. No one had ever touched her there before; even her own explorations had been slow and fractured, always ending with a sort of confused pleasantness rather than the explosion she had heard about from magazines and blogs.

Jahin took a moment to savor her moan, and then he lapped at her fiercely. There was none of the slow patience that had come before. Instead, he stroked and licked her with the hunger of a madman and all the pride of a man who knew he was entitled to everything he laid hands on. Bedelia knew in this moment that she belonged to him, and that meant her pleasure was his as well. It would always belong to him, and her hands tightened in his hair.

"Oh, I can't, I can't!" she cried suddenly as the pleasure inside her rose up to a wicked spike. She had read about this moment so many times before, but now that it was upon her, she was afraid. It was like a leap into the unknown, it was power that was going to explode, and who knew what would happen to her when it did?

Weakly, she tried to fight off the pleasure, but even as she did so, she knew that it was a fight she was going to lose. Bedelia could feel herself start to shake and groan; her body was moving without her volition. The pleasure raced through her, and she could hear Jahin growling his satisfaction, demanding every bit of her even as his tongue brought her to a pleasure she had never understood.

Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, opened suddenly, and she looked up into the bright stars and the velvet night. This was what those women had felt when they made love to the great lord to ensure the wealth of the nation and a good harvest. This was what they had seen, and this was what she was seeing too.

The moment she set eyes on the stars, the pleasure raced through her body, setting her alight. There was no resisting it this time, there was nothing but surrender as she burned to a crisp, her body shaking hard.

"Oh...oh my god, Jahin!"

She slumped forward when her climax finally let her go, and he caught her in his arms.

"Beautiful girl," he murmured, planting kisses all over her face. He tasted of her and her pleasure, and though the thought should have embarrassed her, it made Bedelia purr with pleasure. She felt as if she had marked him somehow, as a lioness marked her mate. It made him hers, if only for a little while, if only for a night.

"I feel as if there's nothing left of me," she murmured as he walked her towards a bench.

"Oh, there's plenty left of you for my purposes," he murmured, and she started to ask what he meant when he lay her down on the padded bench. It was enormous, as long as a twin-sized bed and nearly as wide, and when she lay down on it, she purred at how soft it was. She started to say so, and then Jahin was rising over her, spreading her legs so he could lie between them.

"Jahin!"

"Shush, darling, if you trust me, this will all be fine, I promise..."

"I do," she said, but her brain was so soaked with pleasure that her thoughts felt as if they were trying to tumble through mud. All she could do was whimper as he undid his trousers. A pang of desire went through her all over again, but she was painfully aware of how little she knew of what was to come.

When she felt the tip of his cock at her warm entrance, the words she needed to explain to him how very little experience she had were tumbling just beyond her gasp, and the shiver of pleasure that ran through her was not making things easier

"Shh, do not worry, this will feel so good," he crooned, and then he was sliding inside her.

She was warm and wet, but there was no way to prepare for what came next. He sheathed himself fully inside her in one deep stroke, and she yelped at the shock of pain that went through her. Her cry made him freeze as though someone had struck him, and the look of surprise on his face was so funny that she would have laughed if the pain hadn't made her whimper.

"Jahin..."

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