Page 18 of Sheikh's Unexpected Triplet Babies

She groaned when he pulled out of her, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he looked down at her with shock, eyes wide.

"You didn't tell me," he said, his voice as rough as gravel. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Rationally, she knew he wasn't angry at her, but the hard edge to his voice and the rawness of her emotions were too much just then. Instead of making the very well-thought out and logical statement that she was intending to make, she whimpered as tears welled in her eyes.

Jahin cursed in a language she did not know, and he pulled off of her entirely, rolling to one side so he could gather her in his arms. Somehow, despite all of the sensations that were besieging her just then, this was precisely what she wanted, and she buried her face in his chest. Her storm of tears was intense, but it was mercifully brief, and finally, she could look up at him again, her breathing level.

"Are you all right? Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..."

"Are... are you sorry about what we did?" she asked hesitantly, and she was relieved when he shook his head.

"Never. As long as you enjoyed it, as long as I did not make a muck of it, I will never be sorry about it. But I hurt you, and that was the last thing I wanted."

He paused. "Bedelia, why didn't you tell me that you were a virgin?"

She refused to blush, not over something so silly. She utterly refused.

"Because I'm twenty-four years old," Bedelia said with as much dignity as she could muster. "I'm a late bloomer, all right? Other people lost their virginities years ago, and yet here's me. Silly and foolish and ridiculous and..."

She came to a stop when he pressed his finger over her lips.

"No," he said firmly. "You will not speak of yourself like that again while I am here, while you are in my arms. You are none of those things, and if anyone ever told you that you were, they are fools and worse."

She felt something warm inside her that had nothing to do with pleasure or sex. She started to say something, but he got up, pulling her with him. For the first time, she felt truly conscious of the fact that he was clothed and she was utterly naked. Instead of embarrassing her, some part of her liked the contrast, liked it a great deal.

"We should get in my car," he said, already leading her away, and for some reason, she couldn't allow that.

"No," she said, stopping in her tracks. He turned, looking at her as if she was crazy, and then she wrapped her arms around him, half-demanding and half-beseeching.

"No," she repeated. "We're not done here yet..."

This time, Bedelia was the one who tugged him down for the kiss. She was the one who slid her tongue between his lips, and she was the one who pressed her body against his. Somehow, the power had shifted again, and instead of feeling like some kind of shivering sacrifice, she was a goddess in her own right, come to take the man she had chosen for her own. This night, and every night that came after it, she would choose this man, and she would never have any regrets over it.

"You're sore, I hurt you," he protested, but she shook her head.

"I don't care," Bedelia murmured intently. "I want you, and I need you... Please, Jahin..."

It was the “please” that did it. She could tell. When she said that word, a shiver ran through him, and his arms came up around her, crushing her to him.

"Heaven help me, I couldn't stop now if I tried..." he swore, and then he was leading her back to the bench. This time, though, he paused to strip his clothes off until he was as barefoot and naked as she was. She only had a moment to admire his beauty, however, because then he was lying down on the bench, bringing her close.

"I want you on top," he murmured. "I want you in control of things. If it is too much, stop, get off, do what you need to do."

"And if it is not too much?" she asked imperiously, and she was answered with a wolf-like grin.

"Then you show me how well you can ride," he said, and her heart started beating faster.

He guided her onto his body, showing her how to straddle his hips. For a few moments, she was fascinated at the feeling of rocking her still warm and aroused flesh over the hard column of his manhood, feeling how much he wanted her, how very hot it was, but when he groaned, she knew he couldn't wait any longer. If she was honest, neither could she.

With a trembling hand, she reached down beneath her to position him correctly. She could feel the tip of his manhood at her entrance again, and her body shivered at the memory of the sharp pain. Then her need and his reasserted itself, and taking a deep breath, she slid down on him completely.

Their cries mingled in the night, but this time, there was no pain. Instead, there was only a feeling of fullness, a kind of pleasure that seemed to take her over and make her eyes open wide.

"Bedelia? Bedelia, are you all right?"

"Yes, yes," she whispered. "Oh Jahin..."

"Try moving," he suggested, and from the strained sound of his voice, she knew he was teetering on the edge but wanted her pleasure more.

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