Page 55 of Sheikh's Unexpected Triplet Babies

Then he reined himself back in with what looked like a superhuman will, and he grinned at her.

"Your wish is my command..."

He pulled her legs open with a single smooth motion, and then he was stretching out between them, his arms hooked under her knees and his mouth trailing hot kisses up her thighs. This time, however, instead of stopping short of her most sacred flesh, he continued, and she felt his clever tongue sliding up along her slit, opening her with just a few passes. She groaned at how sensitive she was, but he worked her flesh skillfully, never letting the sensations get to be too much. A few times, she could feel her body start to shake with pleasure, but every time it happened, he drew back, letting the pleasure die down until his mouth built it up again.

Bedelia couldn't stop herself from flailing; instead, she gripped giant handfuls of the sheets, trying to keep herself from flying apart. She knew she had asked for this, but now she was almost frightened by the intensity of the sensations.

Jahin's motions grew steadier and stronger, and his hands on her thighs tightened. He pressed his lips against her folds, as if he was drinking down the very essence of her, and in that moment, she couldn't resist him any longer.

Her eyes were open wide but they saw nothing, and her entire body tightened in a half-dozen powerful waves of desire. There was nothing she could do to stop herself from feeling the way her climax rolled through her, and so she simply surrendered herself to it. She cried out until she was hoarse, and it was still not enough.

It seemed to take an eternity before the powerful convulsions calmed and then stopped, and she was still shivering a little when Jahin came to lean over her again.

"Are you all right, darling?" he asked, and the only response she could muster up was a tired giggle.

"I feel like you made me burst into a thousand fireworks," she said dreamily, and he laughed.

"Good," Jahin said with feeling. "That's what I wanted."

Somehow, she found the presence of mind to look up at him slyly.

"That's not all you want," she murmured, and he looked down with a slight smile.

"No, it's not, but perhaps that is all we should do tonight. I know the doctor said you could act as you normally would, but perhaps you should rest after..."

"No," she said, and then marveling at her own boldness, she reached her hand down between them. Touching his cock, all hot silk over steel, was a pleasure that made her sigh, and she reveled in the soft, surprised sound he made.

"I want you," she said, her voice hoarse. "I don't want to do this if we don't do it together."

She thought he looked like he might want to resist, and she squeezed him gently, purring at his gasp and at the way his erect flesh jumped in her hand.

"You want me," she repeated. "Show me, please."

That broke his control, what little there was left of it. He growled like a demon let out of hell, and then she felt him fall on her, his mouth closing over hers as if there was a chance a kiss might have been enough, if it was only passionate enough, if it was only powerful enough.

It wasn't, however, and she could feel his erection press against her thigh. When he broke the kiss, she looked up at him.

"Do what you want to me," she said clearly. "That's what I want most."

She felt his strong hands turn her over on her stomach before he pulled her hips up. On her knees and elbows, she felt exquisitely vulnerable, brilliantly sexual. There was no mistaking this position. He wanted her immediately, and he would not wait.

Without pause, he plunged deep into her, drawing out slightly before plunging deep again. She cried out, but it was only at the pleasure of being filled by the man that she craved, the one that she had yearned for so long.

He was gasping and groaning, crying out in English and Arabic. Some of the things he said would make her blush later on, but now she could only feel the heat of them as he told her in no uncertain terms how much he needed her, how much he wanted her.

With one final, deep stroke, he pushed all the way inside her, filling her in a way that felt like heaven. He went still, groaning roughly as he found his own peak, and then she felt him reach forward to clasp her around her body.

She was astonished when he lifted her straight up and back to rest her back against his chest with his cock still inside her.

"Jahin...?"

"I didn't want to lose you so soon," he murmured gruffly. "I just wanted to keep you with me a little longer."

There was something about the sentiment that brought tears to her eyes, and they stayed like that for a while. Finally, he drew away, and she rolled down to snuggle under his arm instead.

"I...want you so much," Bedelia said solemnly, and he looked at her with a slight smile.

"I'm afraid you are going to have to give me just a little bit more time," he said.

She smiled at him, but it wasn't a real smile. She hadn't just meant that she wanted him physically. She meant that she loved him, and she couldn't hide that from herself any longer.

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