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She shook her head, but her body was vibrating, all for him. She groaned softly. “Not like this.”
“So you will sleep with me without money.”
“No!” She stood up, scraping the chair against the floor noisily. “No. Never again.” Even as she said it, her body mourned, her heart stung.
“Had your daughter not called for you, we would be making love right now.”
A judder of awareness travelled the length of her spine. He was right. She compressed her lips, the very idea making her blood boil. “Thank God for bad dreams,” she said softly, running her hands together and knitting them for strength.
She heard him move before she saw him. He stood quickly, crossing towards her. His hands on her arms didn’t surprise her. He held her close to his body, his warm breath stirring the soft hair around her temples. “Look into my eyes and tell me you do not want this.”
She dropped her gaze to the floor, burning a hole in it with the intensity of her stare. “I don’t want this.”
“I said look at me,” he demanded, the full force of his regal command apparent in the five simple words.
She forced her eyes to meet his, but she would not lie to him. “I won’t give in to it,” she amended with quiet determination.
He dropped his hands, curving them around her bottom, and thrusting her forward so that his arousal was pressed against her femininity. “Will you allow me five minutes to change your mind?”
She shook her head, but her eyes were enormous. What she wanted and what she knew made sense were two very, very different sensations.
“Are you so afraid of what you feel, najin, that you run from me even now?”
“I’m not the one who ran,” she said, the words a hoarse plea.
She needed to understand. Why had he left her? Why had he walked away from her? Because he was a Sheikh and she was a nobody. Because he had been mourning his mother and once she had helped him through that he had no longer needed her.
Was it love if it was so easily dispensed with?
“No,” he nodded, and he reached down, scooping her up easily and carrying her to sofa.
“What are you doing?” She asked, but the words were weak. Any challenge or anger was repressed. She spoke almost as though fascinated, like this was happening to someone other than her.
He lay her down gently, and as he removed his hands, he curled them around her yoga pants, pulling them lower.
Her mind was screaming at her to say something. To tell him to stop. But her dreams had wanted this for so long, and they were keeping her lips sealed, her mouth silent, but for the soft moans escaping her as his fingers teased her bare flesh.
She had shaved her legs in the shower, and hastily rubbed cream into them, so they were as soft as satin beneath his exploration.
He tossed her pants aside and then pulled at her knees, lowering her on the sofa.
“This is crazy,” she murmured, but she was staring up at him, waiting, hopeful, needing.
“Yes,” he agreed.
His mouth on her feminine core was an invasion both fierce and sweet. So intimate, so desperately longed for. His tongue delved into her soft folds, finding her heart and tormenting it and she cried out sharply as the pleasure she had, for so long, needed and wanted, began to spiral through her. It was a hot, fierce tidal wave of need, rendering her almost unable to breathe.
He had done this before. Pleasuring her with his mouth as though he could whisper the secrets of the universe to her this way. She arched her back, providing him with greater access, begging him for more. So much more.
“You have always been mine,” he said darkly, the words a promise against her core.
She shook her head, but she was trembling with the veracity of the statement. Ancient needs spun around her soul when the world had been a simpler, happier place, dug deep into her bones again now.
“I used to be,” she grunted, finally, as he lifted his mouth, placing sweet kisses against the inner-flesh of her thigh and allowing his finger to probe her warm depths.
“I will make you so again,” he promised with an arrogance that was borne not just of his position but of his very essence.
His hand was her master. He moved and she felt; until she felt so much she could no longer think.
