Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
The way his body hungered for her now, it almost seemed as if he had always found her irresistible – but could that really be it?
Had he only been unconsciously waiting for the right time to make her his – or was this guilt taking yet another form, a subconscious attempt to make it up to Hyacinth by giving her his body since he couldn’t give her his heart?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Nothing.
But one thing he was certain of -
The doors to his office slowly opened, and a trembling, flushed Hyacinth came walking in.
He would never do anything to hurt her again.
Big, dark eyes sought his as her back fell against the doors, forcing them shut behind her weight.
A smile wavered over her lips. “Well?” Her voice said it all. Shy but impish, proud but uncertain, and most of all – it was the sound of a girl who was in love...with him.
In three strides, the sheikh had already reached her, and in the next second, he had already swept her up in his arms.
His handsome face was hard and serious as he gazed down at her. “I will only ask you this once. Are you certain—-”
She didn’t even wait for him to finish his question, her arms going around his neck as her mouth covered his.
It was the most explicit answer she could give, and they both knew it.
The sheikh closed his eyes.
So fucking be it, and to hell with everything.
She wanted him, he wanted her, and right now it was all that should matter.
Sixteen
As the sheikh’s tongue gently pried her lips open, countless thoughts swept into her mind, each and every one of them an earnest attempt to imagine just how good it would be to have the sheikh’s tongue inside her mouth.
But when it did happen, nothing she imagined even came close to the moist and agonizingly beautiful reality of his tongue forcefully delving into her mouth, claiming, branding – taking possession of what she had long wished to give him.
Breaths mingled in one, limbs adjusting as she turned to him, arms locking around his neck and legs wrapping around his waist while his fingers came to grasp her hair in a deliciously hard grip.
The kiss deepened, and she was embarrassed to hear herself panting at the sheer throbbing delight of it. She never wanted to end, wished she had the lungs of an Olympics swimmer so it could last far, far longer, but in the end, she had to gasp for breath, and the sheikh finally lifted his head.
Blue eyes smirked at her, telling her he could have kept on kissing her until she fainted, and a strangled gasp of annoyance escaped her. “You—-”
But he was kissing her again, and try as she might, she couldn’t even stop herself from clutching his shoulders as she instinctively pressed her body closer to his.
God, he kissed so damn well.
Hyacinth dimly felt the sheikh lowering her to the rug by the couch, and his fingers moved with skilled expertise as he divested them both of their clothing. In moments, they were both naked, and she didn’t know whether to feel excited or depressed. “You’re so good at this, damn you.”
“Are you asking me to apologize?” the sheikh purred.
Yes. No. Shit. And because she couldn’t make up her mind, she simply glared up at him instead, and amusement gleamed in the sheikh’s blue eyes.
“Take my advice,” Rayyan murmured, “and stop thinking of unnecessary things. Concentrate instead on this.” His mouth closed over her nipple, and a whimper slipped out of her as her body arched up.
He seemed to spend an eternity sucking on her breast, and by the time he moved to her other breast, she was out of her mind with need for him, her body buckling against his again and again.
“Please.”
It was mortifying, the way his tongue licking her nipple had reduced her into an incoherent mess, capable of only uttering the same things over and over.
“Oh God, please.”
Her nails clawed his back as he lifted his head so he could start playing with her swollen and distended nipples, tweaking and pinching it with his fingers.
“Rayyan, pleeeeeeeease.”
But this only seemed to spur him into prolonging her torment, his mouth snaking down her sensitive belly and all the way to her moist, sensitive core. A gasp escaped her when he began to part her folds open, and her head started to turn left and right when she sensed his mouth coming closer and closer –
His breath fanned her throbbing folds, and her body curved up even as she quickly covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming out loud.
His tongue thrust deep into her womanhood, and she increased the pressure of her hands on her mouth as another cry struggled to spill free.
Oh...God...
He began fucking her with his tongue, harder than she ever thought possible, and her body started to jerk uncontrollably under him as she cried out against her own hands. Eventually, his hands came to press hard against her inner thighs, pinning her hips into place as his tongue continued to wreak havoc on her insides, alternating between laving her contracting walls and flicking the tip of his tongue against her already too-sensitive clitoris. With every stroke of his tongue he left an indelible mark on her, never to be forgotten, always to be dreamed of, and just when she was about to implode at all the burgeoning pleasure, the sheikh rose, looming over her –