Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
She felt something hard rise against her crotch.
Something huge, something long and thick—-
Harper was stunned. Was that his erection?
“Nem.” Yes. And the sheikh spoke that one word in a voice made unearthly with such raw desire—-
Oh my God. Her body shuddered even as panic struck her. What was happening? Why was this happening? And why was she not running away? Her pride no longer mattering a whit to her, she said shakily, “Please let me go.” Please. Before I do something crazy, like beg you to fuck—-
She tried to shake the thought away but it was too late, and she bit her lip hard, swallowing back a moan as erotic images invaded her mind.
No. No. No.
She didn’t want to think about the sheikh fucking her.
Couldn’t.
Mustn’t!
But then her eyes clashed with his once more, and she saw in his dark burning gaze that he already knew. And when his nostrils flared, she was certain of it—-
He knew. Somehow, he knew. He knew she was thinking about him fucking her.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked tremulously.
He shook his head. “Wrong question, qalifa.” His voice was hard, but still laced with white-hot lust, and the sound made her stomach cramp.
Oh God, it made her feel so strange.
“What you should be asking,” the sheikh purred, “is why it took me so long to do this.”
And then he kissed her.
For one second, Harper was merely stiff and unresponsive in her shock, but as the sheikh’s lips continued to move over hers coaxingly, heat started to slither into her system, loosening her limbs and making her lips slowly move on its own accord.
Khalil struggled to keep his passion in check as he sucked on Harper’s lower lip. His qalifa kissed like an unqualified innocent, seemingly untutored in any way in the art of seduction. Could it be that he was her first kiss? He would not want her less if it wasn’t, but if he was—-
His blood surged more hotly for her, his lust spiraling out of the control, and as he wrapped an arm around her waist to haul her closer to his body, his other hand went up, and she let out the sexiest little whimper as he gripped her hair.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
And her sweet rosy lips parted.
He kissed her deeper, sucking on her tongue hungrily, and she gasped and whimpered, her body pressing harder against his chest. Her breasts started to rub against him, inciting his passion, and he kissed her harder. Her nipples pebbled, and he could no longer help himself, his hand moving from her waist to cup her breast.
She stiffened against him, but he continued to fondle and squeeze the sweet, full globe of flesh until her body sagged and a moan slipped past her lips. The sound was too enticing, spurring him to kiss her with greater hunger, his tongue mating aggressively with hers.
“Suck my tongue, qalifa,” he ordered hoarsely.
He felt her hesitate, clearly out of shyness, and ah, how it made him want to devour her. A moment later, she was doing as he asked, and it was heaven and hell. She was naturally good at it, but because she was so good, it made him want to forget everything and simply fuck her then and there.
His hand fisted her hair as she sucked at his tongue eagerly, and he toyed with her nipple, pinching and plucking it, while he began to rub his bulging erection against her pussy.
Just one more second—-
One more second to enjoy this incredible pleasure—-
And then he forced himself to pull away, lifting his head, his breathing harsh as he looked down at her. Her green eyes were dazed, and she was panting, and ah, the look and sound of her made his body clench tightly with need.
“You’re mine now.”
The sheikh’s harshly spoken words left Harper feeling even more befuddled. “I d-don’t understand,” she stammered. What did he mean? Was that sheikh speak for asking her out on a date?
“You. Are. Mine.” The sheikh punctuated the words with a short hard kiss that nevertheless left her toes curling and her head reeling. When he pulled away, her body silently protested, her lips trembling in aching need for more of his kisses. His hands slowly moved down the curves of her body, his touch possessive, and she shuddered and bit back a whimper.
His eyes darkened. “Don’t control it,” he rasped. “I want to hear your desire for me.” His hands went back to her breasts, squeezing them hard, and even as her cheeks turned pink at what she was about to do, she still let it out, a tiny whimper of desire—-
“Nem.” Yes. His eyes gleamed like a satisfied master, and even though she knew she should hate it – she didn’t.
And then he was kissing her again, at the same time reversing their positions on the couch. She suddenly found herself underneath him, the sheikh gently pushing her down to her back without breaking their kiss.