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And then there was her heart…
She searched his stare, her one eye seeing all too much. “Then you should have taken me with you.” She couldn’t stop the lone tear from trickling down her face. “You said I would be safe. But you were wrong. I would have been safer if I’d been with you.”
His expression gentled as he carefully thumbed dry her tear. “You’re right,” he conceded. “I never factored in Ramirez. Let me have my doctor check you over then—“
“No. No doctor,” she interjected. “Not right now.” She bit her bottom lip, and winced. “I need you.”
He blinked down at her. “You’re hurt and probably in delayed shock—”
“You’ll be gentle with me,” she insisted. She had no idea why she needed him physically after all she’d been through, but she craved him like she was a sex addict who needed her fix. “Please,” she whispered, as close to begging as she’d ever get.
He groaned, then bent and scooped her carefully against his chest before he strode toward their bedroom suite. There was something thrilling about all his power. Not just as a leader of a nation. Even in his robes she could feel his strength as he so easily carried her.
He was an incredible man. And though she might tell herself she hated him, her feelings for him went much deeper and more complex than that.
He stepped inside their bedroom and kicked shut the door behind them. In three long strides he then lowered her onto the bed and followed her down.
There was something beyond intimate in slowly undressing one another, and he took his time in taking off her robe and then her dress. That he removed both her western and eastern garb made the ritual somehow even more profound.
It wasn’t until she was bared beneath him that his breath hissed out slowly at the dark bruises littering her body.
“It’s f-fine. P-please,” she said hoarsely.
He bent his head and kissed her throat, her breasts, while one of his hands slipped between her thighs and massaged at that spot that sent her undone so quickly. She moaned and shook beneath him, and he kissed the corner of her lips that weren’t split and swollen before he slowly eased inside her.
The joining was exquisite, fulfilling her in a way she hadn’t experienced even on their honeymoon. The feeling was poignant and all-encompassing, his eyes glinting with lust and some other, nameless emotion as he watched her while he slowly thrust in and out.
Another tear slipped free and he stilled with a low, savage curse. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No. No, of course not.” She wiggled a little. “Don’t you dare stop now. Ineedthis!”
As his assessing, astute gaze finished trolling her face, he nodded and thrust again. His jaw clenched as he held himself back, his eyes glinting and his groan pulling at her from deep inside.
But though he was there, a part of her sensed he was holding something back, an emotional distance that was startling even though her body eagerly responded and was drawing higher and higher toward gratification.
Then he reached down and massaged her clit once again. The string snapped between them and broke away, and she flew high as she orgasmed, her cry long and drawn out, her contracting muscles dragging him along for the ride as his warm seed rushed inside her and his hoarse shout echoed against the walls.
He didn’t stay connected though. He immediately withdrew, his forearms bunching to hold his body off hers while he studied her face, as though expecting her wrath or perhaps for her to fall apart emotionally.
She blinked up at him. “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”
“You say that now,” he said hoarsely.
He straightened and she watched him retreat to the bathroom. His ass was nothing short of sculpted beauty while his back muscles stretched and released with every step. She sighed, her heart stretching and pulling in a similar way.
I love him.
She sat with a jerk, her hand touching her suddenly cramping stomach. Was it possible to love someone in such a short time? That she’d been so intimate with him had no doubt propelled the emotional response, but even so…
She swallowed. Was it possible her abduction had left her wanting to be loved? Or was she simply open now to the truth? If the kidnapping had taught her one thing, it was that life was too short to stuff around with matters of the heart.
She lifted a hand to her brow. She’d fought against this marriage tooth and nail, but she realized now her feelings for her husband weren’t to be taken lightly. She wanted him, desperately.
Her stomach compressed and cramped some more as she pushed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom as Mahindar stalked out, a towel wrapped around his hips.
He glanced at her with another assessing gaze and said, “I thought it might be best to eat out on the balcony tonight. In the meantime I’ll get the doctor to take a look at you. You might require stitches and he has the best antibacterial—“
Warmth trickled down the inside of one leg, and with a startled cry she ran to the shower and stepped inside, turning the water on to wash away the first signs of blood. But not before her husband would have noticed her time of month had arrived.
