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He might have taken his share of lovers, but he had never had Ariel. And that made it new. Singular. Set apart from every other experience. And every other person.
He had given himself over to a life of hedonistic pleasure, something, anything to drown out the pain of what he had lost. The only way that he had been able to function for a great number of years was to blot everything out. Drink. Sex. Oblivion was the name of the game.
But this was not oblivion. Here, he was present. Here, it was sharp. Real. The feeling of being inside of her was not like anything else.
And he began to move. And he watched as the slight discomfort on her face transformed. Bloomed into wonder. And he felt that same bloom echo inside of himself. They were both of them brilliant. Made new in this storm of desire.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, a raw cry shattering the silence of the room. And she hadn’t even come yet. Each thrust made her whimper. And he found himself growling in response. And then he felt it. The ripples of her next release. The promise of her completion. Then he let himself go. He held her hips as he drove into her, hard, ruthless. And when she screamed with pleasure, he allowed himself that same rush.
But it was not a blur. Not a blessed moment of nothing as it often was. Instead, it was her. Ariel. Everything.
A heightened sense of his partner, rather than an isolated moment of release.
Even his own pleasure was somehow about her. And that was a revelation.
She looked up at him, soft with a small smile on her lips. “Well, if I would’ve known that it was like that I might not have waited so long.”
“Believe me,” he said, his voice rough. “That was singular.”
“Good.”
“There is no question about you marrying Riyaz now...you know that.”
“You said. And I... I decided. But I don’t know what it means.”
“We are still going back to Nazul. But instead of marrying him... You will marry me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SHEFELTLIKEshe was in a state of shock. She had just lost her virginity and quite spectacularly to the man that had haunted her dreams and fantasies for the better part of her life.
And now he was... Now he was telling her that she was going to marry him. And not his brother.
But nowhere in any of this had she ever been given a choice. Not about anything.
He gave you a choice. He told you. You were choosing to not be with Riyaz.
Still. It was a limited set of options.
And yet...
She couldn’t imagine leaving Cairo. Not after that.
But when it came right down to it she didn’t know him.
And the fact that she had feelings for him made all of this feel much more fraught. She didn’t care for Riyaz. Had never kissed him or made love to him. Marrying him had felt like something hollow she could not wrap her mind around. But it hadn’t felt... Like it might shatter her.
That was the thing. She had no feelings for Riyaz. She had far too many for Cairo.
She didn’t know what she wanted. She couldn’t imagine going back to Paris and acting as if this had never happened. It wasn’t even her goal. Not anymore. But she also couldn’t... She couldn’t fathom... She couldn’t imagine how they had gone from him being so set on handing her over to Riyaz to this.
“Surely you must have known the moment I put my hands on you that you were mine? It was foolish of us to deny it. This has been... I see it now,” he said. “I see it now with clarity. This has been inevitable. You and I have always been on this path. Perhaps I survived to find you.”
The words were almost romantic, except they sounded tortured. Torn from him as if by force.
“Cairo... I don’t understand. You’ve never made any indication that you wish to marry anyone in...”
“I will marry you. For it must be decisive. And I must claim you. You must be mine. There is no opening for Riyaz to have you then.”
