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He sank his face into her hair and kissed her neck, exploiting the spot where her pulse hammered—the place he knew would drive her wild.
He grasped her waist, tugging her against the immense ridge in his trousers—the evidence of how much he wanted her, how much he needed her—and turned the storm of emotion into a tsunami in her chest.
I love him. How can it be too soon?
Hadn’t her own parents married each other after only a few weeks? she reasoned frantically, as she heard the zip of her gown releasing. He shoved the satin sheath down and unhooked her bra to free her breasts with ruthless efficiency.
She stood before him, naked now except for the thin swatch of lace covering her molten sex.
His tempestuous gaze roamed over her quivering flesh, then he moaned and bent to capture one turgid nipple in voracious lips. She shuddered, shocked by the sensation shimmering down as he tugged, nipped, suckled—first one swollen peak then the other. Her breath came out in ragged pants as she threaded her fingers into his silky hair, dragging him closer. She arched her back, forcing her breast into his mouth to ease the torment, desperate to satisfy the need.
He dragged himself back to throw off his jacket and rip off the shirt and tie. Buttons popped, the desire in his eyes flaring.
Then, to her astonishment, he sank to his knees, pressing his face to the apex of her thighs and drew in an unsteady breath.
‘You smell so sweet to me, Kaliah...’ He groaned as she clasped his head.
Then he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, forcing her back against the door, exposing her molten sex completely. She shivered, vulnerable and yet so sure. Ripping aside the soaked gusset of her panties, he swept his tongue into the slick folds.
She cried out, her head bumping the door, her whole body on fire now as he licked at the stiff nub...too much and yet not enough.
She groaned, the sensations merging, the vice at her core cinching tight, and tighter still. ‘Please, Kamal, please...’
He glanced up at her, ceasing the exquisite torture, leaving her wanting, waiting, desperate. His gaze locked on her face, dark with demand and desperation. ‘Say you will marry me, Kaliah. Say you will become my queen?’
‘Okay.’ The word was released in a staggered rush, the emotion like a wave barrelling towards her. So right, so true. ‘Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you, Kamal.’
He went still. And for one bright, beautiful moment she thought he would say it too. Surely, he must feel it too? But, instead of saying the words, he nodded then lurched to his feet, dislodging her leg.
She stood, shuddering, naked, vulnerable, as she watched him release the huge erection from his trousers. Lifting her easily in his arms, he lowered her, impaling her on the thick girth.
She groaned, the stretched feeling one she recognised as she struggled to adjust to his size. But this time it felt so much more overwhelming.
He hadn’t said it. But did that really matter? she thought vaguely, her mind dazed, her emotions so raw. He would say it soon, when he was ready.
The pleasure built again with startling speed as he began to move, massaging that tender spot inside her he had exploited so many times before. But this time the pleasure was harsher, swifter, more devastating. She could hold none of herself back from him and the brutal onslaught.
She clung to his heavily muscled shoulders as she tried to find purchase, to find her equilibrium again. But, as her fingers brushed over the tell-tale ridges he had let no one see but her, she found herself torn adrift, with only him to centre her.
Her sobs echoed off the lavish antique furniture, the bright lights of the city outside nothing more than a haze as her vision blurred. His harsh grunts matched the rhythmic thuds of her back hitting the door as she soared into another dimension. Not just her body, but her mind, her soul and every part of her heart.
The pleasure burst in fast, vicious waves, rolling through her, barrelling over her, shooting her into the abyss. She slumped against him, her face buried against his neck, her chest imploding, her heart shattering, as he shouted out his own release.
As the afterglow washed through her, she wrapped limp arms around his neck—his length still firm, still there inside her—and held him tight.
Even if he didn’t love her yet, she loved him enough for both of them. And they would work this out together. Agreeing to marry Kamal for real was madness, on one level, but it felt so right, so perfect, on another as he carried her into his bed chamber, laid her on the king-sized bed then draped the covers over her.
She gathered the rest of her strength to lift up on her elbows as she watched him finish undressing in the moonlight then climb in beside her.
‘Shouldn’t I head back to my own room?’ she asked. They never spent the whole night together in case their staff caught them in the morning.
But he simply grunted, yanking her into his embrace. ‘No,’ he said as she rested her head on his broad shoulder, loving the feel of his strong arms around her. ‘You are mine now, always,’ he said with typical possessiveness.
She smiled as she drifted into a deep sleep.
And you’re mine, Kamal. Even if you don’t know it yet.
‘I love you, Kamal.’
