Page 54 of Sheikh's Unexpected Triplet Babies

She had to clear her throat twice before she could speak. "I'm here now. Do what you want with me."

Bedelia could feel the tremor go through him. It was as if she had waved a red flag in front of a bull, and for a moment, she thought he was simply going to throw her down to the ground and ravish her right then and there. They had done that before, made love so hard that it left them both breathless and bruised, but now he caught himself.

"Jahin?" Bedelia murmured. "Please, I am not fragile, I promise..."

He chuckled a little, and she could hear the stress and the strain in it. She thought that she would never doubt how much he wanted her again; he sounded as if he would die if he could not have her.

"I know you are not, beloved," he said. "Only...will you let me have my way tonight? I know it has not truly been so very long, but..."

"Yes," she said instantly. "I know that I want you, and that is all that matters."

As a reward for her words, he kissed her deeply again, this time lifting her up in his arms as he did so. He carried her to the bed as if she weighed nothing, and then he laid her tenderly on the mattress as if she were some kind of precious treasure that he did not want to break.

"I have not been able to see you for what feels like such a long time. I'm going to look at you now."

Bedelia whimpered with heat and embarrassment as he opened the folds of her robe. He worked delicately, barely doing more than grazing her soft skin. He pulled the edges of the silk aside to leave her exposed, her breasts, her belly, her legs all pale and soft on display.

Her first instinct was to cover herself, but when she saw the hunger in Jahin's eyes, she couldn't do it. She could see the pleasure that he took in looking at her, and she wouldn't take that away.

As he gazed upon her, something strange happened in Bedelia's mind. Her entire life, she had been troubled by whispers about her body, voices in the back of her head that told her she wasn't good enough, that she was too this or too that, far from beautiful, far too plain. However, as Jahin's hot gaze raked over her, she could start to see herself the way he did. She saw the lovely fairness of her skin, the delicious way her dark nipples crinkled under his gaze. She could see how her body was perfectly shaped for the children she carried and how cleverly and completely it could give herself to her lover.

"You are like a present for the unwrapping," Jahin said, as if he could read her thoughts. "Like a holy gift I have been given charge of."

"And what are you going to do with me?" Bedelia found herself whispering. Her throat felt as dry as the desert; every part of her quivered with excitement.

"I am going to take care of you," he said with a wicked grin, and he stripped out of his own clothes.

When he came to rest on the bed with her, his naked skin was a revelation. The moment it brushed against her own, she lost control. All she wanted to do was to push against him, to crowd him, to demand more and more. There was something perfect about the way her body fit against his, and she refused to pull away from how amazing it felt.

Gently, he pushed her to her back, laughing a little when she mewled with frustration.

"Softly, love," he said. "I want to truly see you after all this time."

Gulping a little, she subsided, and then, true to his word, he inspected her. He ran his fingers through her hair, spreading the gleaming strands around her shoulder, he kissed every inch of her sensitive throat and nibbled at her ears. He touched and kissed every part of her he could reach until she was squirming with desire.

However, no matter how much she squirmed, no matter how much she panted and whimpered, he avoided the very heart of her heat. She needed his touch there so badly, but whenever he ventured up close to the tops of her thighs, he backed away before he could give her what she needed.

The third time he did this, Bedelia nearly wailed with frustration, her hands flailing at his shoulders. Her eyes were wide and wild, and when he knelt over her, she looked at him beseechingly.

"What is it, darling?" he taunted. "What is it that you want?"

"I want... I want you," she said, staring up at him. She knew that she was panting, that her hips were moving without her direction. She was like a wild thing, and none of it mattered in the least as long as she could have what she needed.

"Do you? Tell me more about that."

"Please...you know what I need!"

"Maybe I do," he teased her. "Maybe, however, I need to be told. I would hate to get it wrong, after all, you know?"

"Damn you," she yowled, and he laughed.

"Now that is not a very kind thing to say. Why don't you tell me what it is you want, hmm, darling girl? What is it that would please my beautiful woman?"

Her face was on fire, and the only reason she could force the words past her lips was because her desire was stronger than her embarrassment.

"Oh god, please, Jahin, I want you to touch me," she gasped. "Please, your hands, your mouth, anything, but please touch me, it has been so long. I'm afraid I'll die if you don't touch me, please!"

She could feel the way she had sharpened his appetite with her words. His eyes turned smoky, and Bedelia saw him bring himself back from the brink. There was a moment, she thought, where she almost had him, where he might simply have thrown himself on her and given her the climax that she needed.

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