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Although the sheer number of intersecting passageways was as extensive as the network of tombs below the City of Lights, the palace’s hidden pathways were more hauntingly romantic than spine-chilling, with its wall-mounted scones casting an incandescent glow that made the ground appear like a floor of gold.
The sheikh grinned when he caught sight of Anisah’s starry-eyed look as she looked about her. For a history buff like his harpy, this newfound knowledge about the palace’s secret passageways was probably more exciting than taking her to Europe.
“If you have any questions—-” But Tarif didn’t even get to finish his sentence.
“Were you required to master these passageways as part of your royal training? Who else knows about them? Are there any emergency protocols for using them in the event that the palace is under attack? What if—-”
“Slow down,” Tarif interrupted with a laugh. “The passageways are here to stay, anisdi.”
Anisah’s cheeks heated up. “Maehdina, alshaykh.” And she was sorry, but it wasn’t only because she hadn’t allowed the sheikh to say a word edgewise in her excitement. What she was even sorrier to realize right now was how she had been in the sheikh’s arms all this time, clinging to him like some cursed monkey, and it had felt all too natural!
“Sheikh, I think I really should—-” She stopped mid-sentence when the sheikh suddenly halted at the end of a long hallway and reached out to pull down a lever. Another section of the wall slowly swung open, its other side made of the same gleaming white marble the palace was famous for.
Tarif smiled when he felt Anisah’s body jerk in shock against him.
“Is t-this what I think it is?” she choked out. A room ten times as big as the apartment she shared with Hyacinth, decorated in a palette that reminded her of the sheikh’s favored hues, and so luxurious that every square foot must be worth a thousand dollars.
“Nem, anisdi.” The sheikh’s tone was silky and his touch excruciatingly tender as he slowly lowered Anisah to the floor.
She expected him to release her the moment she was on her feet, but instead his hands tightened around her waist, and she sucked in her breath at the way his touch turned from tender to hot and possessive in an instant. All thoughts of secret passageways and fake engagements vanished completely from her mind, and suddenly all she could think about was the fact they were in the sheikh’s room...and they were alone.
“I think I should go, Your Highness.” Anisah’s voice was a faint croak.
“I think you should stay, anisdi.” The sheikh’s, however, was a seductive rasp.
Oh, dear heavens.
Anisah squeezed her eyes shut, fervently hoping that not seeing the sheikh in all his alluring beauty would help her resist him.
She was wrong.
As soon as her lips parted and she started to speak, she was doomed and made defenseless by her unseeing eyes. “I really think I should – mph!” The sheikh’s mouth closed over hers, his hot, soft lips moving hungrily over hers just as his tongue thrust inside her mouth.
AAAAAAH.
She tried. Oh, the stars in heaven knew how hard she truly tried to resist him. But then the sheikh’s tongue drove deeper just as his hands moved down to curve around the cheeks of her bottom. He squeezed the soft flesh – hard enough to make her cry out. But it was not out of pain – and they both knew it.
The sheikh hauled her closer, and she cried out as her already erect nipples scraped against the muscular wall of his chest. Her arms moved seemingly on its own volition, curving over the slopes of his shoulders, and when the sheikh started sucking on her tongue, her hands moved further up, driving through the thick, silky strands of his hair—-
He sucked harder on her tongue, and her fingers tightened its grip on his hair even as she cried out.
Oh heavens, it was like he was about to eat her up. But instead of terrifying Anisah, this only made her body arch against his in innocent yearning. She wanted more. Oh stars above, she wanted everything this man could offer her!
“Tory, God...” Tarif groaned as a sensual shudder wracked his powerful body, and he groaned again when his beautiful puritan gradually shed her inhibitions as she started to kiss him back. It began with tentative strokes of her tongue that drove him wild, and by the time she started sucking on his tongue, the demands of his arousal were beyond his control.
Tarif swept her up in his arms without breaking their kiss, and in several strides, he reached his bedroom. By the time her eyes fluttered open, he was laying her down on his bed.
A quick, dazed sweep of her surroundings showed Anisah an elegant mix of slate gray and white marble, but then the sheikh moved, his handsome face filling her vision, and just like that she forgot how to make her mind work again.
For one long moment they stared at each other, the silence in his vast bedroom broken only by her hitched breathing. This close, he looked too beautiful to be real; he was larger than life in a way only fairytale princes could be, as invincible as heroes of the old myths, and his sexuality so raw and earthly it was almost animalistic.
This man was perfect, the kind of lover that women would sell their souls to have – and in his midnight-black eyes, she saw the most unbelievable thing: this man wanted her...and only her.
Tarif inhaled sharply when Anisah hesitantly reached up to place one soft hand on his cheek. He held his body stiff, lest the slightest movement from him would ruin the moment. It was one of the few times that she had touched him first – and it felt so damn good he hoped she never took her hand away.
“Did you r-really not have sex for so long because of me?”
A hoarse laugh escaped him at the uncertain look her violet eyes directed at him. “How can you seriously ask that? I’ve made a fool of myself in front the entire palace in my quest to have you.”
