The Sheik's Son

He pulled the laces from the back of the corset and pulled it up and over her head. She was only wearing her thin cotton shift and he pressed it up along her calves and thighs.

“Sebastian,” she breathed against him.

“No other man will have you, Sophie. No one. I won’t allow it.” Their eyes met.

“I don’t want anyone else, Bash.”

He closed his eyes. Deceiver.

She wrapped her legs around him as he backed her up against the mirror, placing one hand on it

to steady himself. He stared at his reflection for a brief second. He looked savage and almost barbaric in the darkness. What was he doing? Taking what he wanted. He was taking what he wanted. He pulled Sophie into his arms and carried her to the bed. As he placed her on the bed, he stood before her, shrugging out of his clothes.

Sebastian watched as Sophie lifted the shift above her head and lay back against the bed, pale and naked. She was slender but with feminine curves and hair like a dark flame.

He moved towards her and was on top of her, kissing her lips and smoothing her hair back from her face. He moved between her legs, telling himself to go slow. He did not want to ruin anything for her as he knew with certainty he would be her first man. He vowed that he would be the last as well.

“Sophie,” he murmured.

He was still angry with her but there would be time for questions and answers later. She arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the weight of him and remembered the chateau when he had covered her.

She moved her hands to touch his back and buttocks as he was kissing her neck and mouth, trying to slow everything down. He wanted nothing more than to pound into her but he willed himself to be gentle.

“Bash,” she said breathlessly.

The incredible sensations were all new to her and the feelings were intense. She could feel him moving between her legs and there was a thickness pressing into her. She felt him inside her, stuffing her fully and filling the emptiness, and then a sharp pain.

She pressed against his shoulder in a cry and he soothed her.

“It’s all right, shhh,” he told her softly before pulling back and sliding in and out of her.

It was a delicious feeling and Sebastian felt her tightness surround him. She was slick, wet and warm, and felt like heaven.

He took a stiff nipple into his mouth and she groaned at the pleasure. She felt the waves of pleasure wash over her and she gave herself to it.

“Bash,” she sighed.

He set the rhythm faster and faster, but not wanting to hurt her as she would be sore from her first time. She gasped and cried out once, turning her head away. It was not an intense orgasm but once he felt her shudder, he emptied his seed deep within her. After his orgasm she felt him pull out of her and rest beside her.

He moved to her side but kept a possessive arm around her as she turned to him. She looked at her husband and he met her gaze but neither spoke.

No annulment now, he thought, smiling in the dark.

Chapter 24

Sebastian was watching himself through the mirror but nothing was as it should be. Sophie was lying on the bed but the man next to her wore a great black coat, as had the man in the government building.

His hands were deathly white and they wandered over her body even as she gave in to him. He watched through the mirror as the black coat covered the couple on the bed and her breathy sighs filled the room.

He tried to advance toward them to tear them apart but realized with horror that he was not looking through the mirror; rather, he was inside the mirror. He couldn’t get to them. He began to beat his fists upon the glass but it only caused small wounds to break out on his fists. The blood smeared the glass even as he called out to her.

“Sophie!” he yelled hoarsely. “Sophie!”

He awoke with a start. The room was cold and the sun was beginning its ascent into the sky. The room had a silver sheen to it and he saw and felt Sophie curled up next to him, her hair a flame against the white pillow.

He drew a finger along her naked back and she turned to him. Her hazel eyes were sleepy and her face smooth and innocent. He had taken her virginity last night, so now an annulment was not possible. He didn’t care. He wanted Sophie beside him and he would keep her at all costs.

He moved toward her and bent his head to nibble on her ear and neck as she giggled like a girl, stretching her legs and arms. He covered her body with his and pressed slowly into her as she gasped.