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They kissed until her lips burned with passion, until her legs were wrapped tight around him, her body molten and ready.
With almost driven purpose, he tore his lips away to stare down at her once more, savage desire etched into his face. ‘You wreck my control so effortlessly,’ he charged, then he shook his head. ‘I should be immune to you. Should be done with this fever you invoke in my blood,’ he finished with a hoarse growl. But even as he spoke, one hand was moving over her body, capturing her breast and moulding it, his nostrils flaring as he toyed with her nipple.
‘But you’re not,’ she dared to counter, feminine power weaving through her with an intoxication she could see becoming addictive, very quickly. But then, she didn’t need to worry about that, did she? In a handful of hours, this would be over. Whether she succeeded or failed, her life was back in England.
With her family...
That punch of rejection struck again. The arrow-sharp hunch that, whatever happened here, she wouldn’t return home the same. That the Lauren she’d been when she boarded the plane a handful of days ago had irreparably changed.
‘Lauren.’
The snap of her name drew her from her morose thoughts.
‘I am the only one you will think about,’ he decreed with an arrogance that should’ve annoyed her. But how could it when she wholeheartedly wished the same? When she didn’t want to think about what tomorrow held for her?
‘Yes. Only you,’ she breathed.
His eyes flared with satisfaction, then darkened dramatically as she rolled her hips against the power of his erection that throbbed insistently between her legs.
‘Tahir.’ His name was like the finest wine, full-bodied and languorously savoured, the extra pleasure of it the look on his face as she said it.
A shudder raked through him.
Then he was moving, tugging open a hidden compartment on the side of the bed she hadn’t even noticed. He reared onto his knees and tore open the packaging on the condom he’d retrieved. Jaw clenched hard once more, he rolled it on.
She started to draw down her arms, to reach for him, to caress the hard rod of his manhood. But he recaptured her hand, holding her effortlessly with one as the other clutched her hip.
‘Enough,habibti. You can explore to your heart’s content later. Right now, I must have you...need to be inside you,’ he said with a jagged gruffness that transmitted straight to her blood. The thought that he was far gone for her was a heady thing indeed.
But, as she knew he would, he claimed his power back, delivering a searing kiss before, positioning himself at her heated core, Tahir drove slowly and relentlessly inside her.
Her moan was deep and long and soul-shaking, the pleasure of his possession shaking the foundations of her being. ‘Oh, God!’
He stilled; his eyes molten as he stared down at her. ‘So tight. You feel...’ He shook his head once more. ‘How long since you took a lover?’ he rasped tightly.
Heat rushed up into her face, her eyes widening. ‘What?’
Kisses trailed from the corner of her mouth to the shell of her ear. ‘Your delicious snugness tells a story.’
As if to relay how much he relished that story, he moved, rolling his hips in a sublime undulation that had her whole body surging in appreciation.
‘How long?’ he pressed when all she did was try to hang on.
‘Tahir...’ She paused, knowing he wouldn’t let this go. ‘A few years...’ she managed to slur.
Triumph blazed in the eyes that met hers, as if her celibacy was a trophy he’d won. And perhaps it was. After all, hadn’t the very rare sex she’d indulged in after Tahir been a perfunctory act, even a last-ditch means to find connection that never materialised?
‘Is your ego adequately stroked, Your Majesty?’ she murmured, then, with a wicked urge to retain some ground, she rolled her own hips.
An unguarded groan left his throat, his breathing turning agitated. Then as if a switch had been flicked, his grip on her hip tightened, his strokes gaining a rapid and relentless rhythm that had her tossing her head in lust-filled abandon.
‘Yes! Oh, yes,’ she cried. Her throaty pleas seemed to trigger him into faster movement. His possession grew frenzied, his eyes as wild and untamed as his beloved desert.
Long after sweat had slicked both their skins and her throat had grown hoarse, he was drawing further demands of her body. And she granted each one, tumbling from one release to the other until, with a guttural roar, Tahir finally achieved his own.
CHAPTER NINE
TAHIRDIDN’TFIGHTthe sublime sensation stealing through his veins. But as their bodies cooled and a drowsy Lauren drifted off into sleep in his arms, he braced himself for the storm of emotions and questions rushing at him.
