Page 21 of Sheikh's Unexpected Triplet Babies

Bedelia looked at him, baffled but amused. "Really? Are you saying that I am calling to you with my thoughts or something, like some kind of psychic vampire?"

"What a strange woman you are," he marveled. "Here we are, naked in the shower, and you have no idea how appealing you are."

He moved so fast that suddenly he was pressing her back against the glass, his body warm and alive and so good against hers that she whimpered.

"All of you seduces me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "All of you. Your hair. Your eyes. The roundness of your shoulders and the sway of your breasts. Your waist and hips and thighs that seem to call to my hands. And the looks you give me, woman. The looks could tempt a holy man to the worst kind of sins. You don't even know you are doing it, and that could drive me insane. Except..."

"Except?" she asked, her throat suddenly dry.

"Except for the fact that I know I can drive you just as crazy."

This was what she was afraid of. This was the thing that frightened her. She craved him so much, and it wasn't just his body. It was all of him, the sweet words he could say without really meaning them, the heat that he promised her that would only leave her cold in the not-so-distant future. She had to be on her guard, but god, that was so difficult.

In a matter of seconds, her hands were pinned above her head, and he was kissing her slowly and with all the time in the world. His free hand, the one that was not trapping her flat against the glass, was exploring her body, lazily roving from shoulder to breast, to belly to thigh and back up again. He moved as if he had all the time in the world, as if the rest of the world would simply wait for him until he had what he wanted.

"Your body is a treasure," he murmured, and she would have assumed that he was laughing at her, making some kind of joke, but then she realized that there was nothing but sincerity. There was a kind of worshipfulness that was so total and so enamored that she would have to be blind to deny it.

"I...I am glad you like it," she said. "It gets me where I need to go..."

She might have said more, but then he dipped his head down and kissed the side of her neck. She could feel the sharp edge of his teeth, but he was so gentle with her that she shivered. The water was warm, but it was no match for the heat of his kiss, the way it trailed down to her breast before he took one brown nipple between his teeth.

"Oh god..."

She could feel how very sharp his teeth were against that oh-so-tender flesh, but the risk only made fireworks go off through her body. Her hips bucked up when he bit down gently, and he chuckled.

Instead of saying anything, however, he simply slid his hand up her thighs, nudging them apart until he had clearance to exactly what he wanted. There was something terribly intimate about standing like that in front of him, but she couldn't bear to try to shield herself, not when he stroked her most intimate flesh with such an assured touch. She gasped when he slid a finger inside her, but he pulled it away again just as quickly. She realized he was testing her readiness, and the thought made a deep shiver run throughout her body. His thumb rubbed languid circles over her clit, making her shudder and thrash again, but he refused to hurry. Once or twice, he slid a finger down inside her again, but he must have been displeased with what he found because he only returned to rub her clit over and over again.

It felt like there were half a dozen urges fighting inside her. On one hand, her body yearned for the release that she knew he and he alone could give her. Then he slid a finger inside her, and she knew that she wanted nothing more than to be filled up with him, to bring him as close as she could be to another human being. Then she remembered the way his hand held her pinned against the glass, and all she wanted to do was to be released so that she could touch him.

It was nothing less than a full-out assault on her senses, and she had just managed to piece a sentence together when he made electric sparks shoot through her, destroying any sense that she might have been trying to make.

She was just on the verge of spilling over, helpless and wailing, when he pressed his lips against her ear. For a moment, he was content to mouth at her lobe and nibble on the tip, but then he spoke.

“This is perfect,” he growled, his voice low and nearly guttural. “This is mine.”

She could barely speak when those words sunk in. They lit a kind of passion inside her, and without thinking of what she looked or sounded like, she couldn't resist trying to press her body against his.

“Please, I need you,” she whimpered. “Please don't deny me.”

He froze as if he had been struck by lightning, and then he moved so fast that he took her breath away. He dropped her hands, and his hands came down to cup her rear lovingly, lifting her straight up off the ground. For a moment, there was a sensation of terrifying weightlessness and then her back pressed against the glass behind her and her legs clamped firmly around his hips.

“I'm going to fall,” she cried out in panic, but his chuckle was supremely confident.

“No, you're not. I won't let you, I promise.”

She might have protested longer. She had never been one of those light-as-a-feather girls who could be tossed around with ease. But then she felt the tip of his manhood pressed against her entrance, and she lost all ability to fight. All Bedelia wanted just then was to have him fully sheathed inside her, or she thought she would go mad with the lack.

“Please, please,” she murmured, and it seemed as if Jahin knew exactly what it was that she craved. He entered her with one strong stroke, filling her completely and making her cry out with the perfection of it. There must have been an edge to her voice, however, because he froze.

“Bedelia?” he asked softly. “Are you all right?”

She could have sobbed in frustration. Her hands fisted on his shoulders, and she buried her face in his chest.

“Move, please, move, I need you,” she gasped, and with a fierce smile, he did as she said.

There was nothing hurried about this at all, nothing frenzied or out of control. His grip on her body remained firm and rock-steady, and all she had to do was feel the sensations that rolled over her body like a tide. She was held safely in his arms, and all she had to do was enjoy the sensations that he was offering her. There was something deep and beautifully abiding about his movements, about the way he slid in and out of her. It was primal, it was the most natural thing she had ever felt, and it was all she wanted forever.

The intensity of being joined with him was so good that she almost didn't notice the pleasure that rose up within her. This flame built up steadily like a carefully tended bonfire, but in a surprisingly short time, it was too powerful to ignore. Bedelia could feel her body start to shake, and she tried to resist it. What she had with Jahin in this moment felt so good that she couldn't bear to let it go, especially when it might be the last time it happened. She tried to push off her pleasure for as long as she could, but after a few moments, Bedelia knew it could not be denied.

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