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He worked the spot as he captured one rigid peak then the other and suckled, forcing her to orgasm.
She shuddered and moaned as she crested. And finally collapsed into his arms.
He pushed her down onto the bed.
He couldn’t wait a moment longer. The need so fierce, so brutal now he was scared it might rip him apart.
Holding her thighs, he angled her hips and pressed his shaft at her entrance, then thrust deep.
She flinched, as he tore through the slight resistance and plunged into the all-encompassing heat.
Is she…?
The horrifying question formed… But as the wave began to overwhelm him, he let it go, too dazed, too desperate to engage with anything but the feel of her—so hot, so devastating, welcoming him in.
He buried himself to the hilt, moving out and then rocking back, giving her the full measure of him, feeling her milk him as she reached another climax. The battle to hold on, to hold back, became impossible, as the swell of pleasure clawed at the base of his spine.
He flung his head back, shouted out his pain, and poured himself into her—as he surrendered to the exquisite pain. And let himself fall.
Am I dreaming? It feels like a dream. A brutally hot, wild, frantic dream.
As Orla floated down through the blissful cloud of afterglow, the dream turned into something too earthy, too intense, too sore to be anything but real.
The weight of Karim’s body pressed her into the linen sheets, his heavy length still stretching her tender flesh. The salty musk of sex and sweat surrounded her. She could still taste the frenzied desperation of his kisses, feel his lips on her nipples, his touch, so sure and perfect, driving her to one titanic orgasm, then another.
The sound of his rough breathing, and the thundering beat of her heart, were deafening. They lay like that for seconds, maybe even minutes, as she tried to hold back the storm of emotion threatening to engulf her.
She’d seen the desperation in his face, heard the need in his voice, felt the exquisite stab of pleasure combine with the deep well of something she knew she had no right to feel.
The fierce longing contracted around her ribs and she struggled to draw a steady breath. What did this mean? Were they really married now?
Don’t be an eejit.
The promises they’d made to each other tonight had all been false. Nothing had changed, not really.
This was just the sex talking. Raw, epic, far too intimate, long-overdue sex, but still just sex.
Karim had been her first. And she’d been fascinated with him for a while now. But sex didn’t mean intimacy. Or even affection.
A warm desert breeze played over her skin. She shuddered, aware of her nakedness, and his. He’d torn off the negligee, suckled her breasts, worked her clitoris with a focus and purpose that had shattered her in seconds. The echoes of sensation still caressed her skin. She’d had no time to deal with the emotional impact, but it started to besiege her now.
‘Karim?’ she whispered into the darkness. He didn’t reply.
She slid her palms down his back and realised his rough breathing had fallen into a deeper rhythm.
Was he…? Was he asleep?
She blinked rapidly, aware of the dark silky waves of his hair tickling her nose, and the ridge of his collarbone digging into her shoulder.
She shifted, managing to get her hands underneath his shoulder blade, and gave him a gentle shove.
He rolled off her onto his back. She gathered the thin sheet up to cover her nakedness, aware of the sticky residue between her thighs and the memory of him plunging into her so hard, so fast, so furiously. He was a large man, in every respect, but it had only hurt for a moment. Even so she had seen the stunned question in his eyes, and regretted the lie she’d told him about her experience.
She glanced across at him. His usually harsh features looked relaxed and almost boyish in sleep, the smudges under his eyes shadowed by the long eyelashes resting against his cheeks.
Why had he come to her? Had it been an accident? Had her attendants put her in his rooms by mistake? It had to be so, he had looked as shocked as her, when she’d woken—dazed and disorientated—to find him standing at the end of the bed, so powerful and compelling and irresistible. Everything she’d imagined and a lot she hadn’t.
It had all happened so fast, and yet the memories now spun through her mind on a loop. The dance of his tongue, branding her, owning her. The touch of his fingers, finding the heart of her pleasure and exploiting it ruthlessly. The fierce frown on his face as he plunged inside her and made her his.
