The Sheikh's Christmas Maid (Shadid Sheikhs 1)

Finally lifting his head, his eyes seared into her as he pulled his hand free and licked his two fingers. “You taste so sweet,” he said hoarsely. “I could spend all night tasting you.”

“God, I think that would kill me,” she moaned.

With a deep-throated chuckle that made her toes curl, he stood up and reached down to grab her by the waist. She yelped in surprise, as he easily lifted her, tossing her farther up the bed. Following her quickly down, he settled between her splayed legs while resting his upper body on his forearm. Not wanting to let him go, she hooked her leg over his waist and pulled him closer to her rubbing against his erection, making him moan with need.

He leaned down and kissed her. His lips moved over her urgently, his tongue mimicking the promise of his cock thrusting inside her. Sliding her hands in his hair, she pressed her body against him, rubbing him, desperate to feel more.

His touch was everywhere. Tracing the length of her spine, he cupped her ass, forced her even tighter against him and moaned when her pussy lips surrounded his cock and slid over him.

“More,” she whimpered. “Please, Samir. I need more.”

Tearing his mouth away, he rolled them over and pushed her up on her knees. As his cock probed her entrance from behind, he leaned over her intertwining their fingers as he forced her deeper in the mattress. “Tell me what you want, Poppy,” he demanded as he nipped along her spine making her whimper in response. “I want to hear it from your lips.”

There was no hesitation in her voice. “Fuck me, Samir.”

He drove into her with one thrust.

Almost screaming at the sensation, she thought she would have flown off the bed had he not held her so tightly. Stretching and filling her, he drove deep inside her, rubbing over her sweet spot, as he began to thrust in and out. She could feel the sweat as his chest rubbed against her back.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed. “Did I hurt you?”

She’d been far too ready for there to be pain. “No,” Poppy whispered and pushed her hips toward him, meeting him thrust for thrust as they both moaned.

“Habibti, I’m trying to take this slow, but you’re making that very hard.”

“We can go slowly later,” she muttered as she rocked her hips back and forth encouraging him to start moving again.

He pulled away from her and Poppy shook at that sudden sense of loss. Before she could say anything, he flipped her onto her back.

“I want to see your eyes when I take you,” his voice hoarse with the intensity of his need.

She hooked her legs around his waist. “Don’t hold back. Please. I need it.”

With a roar, he leaned over and sank his teeth into her shoulder as he started to hammer inside her. All thoughts of logic fled, and she barely managed to hold on as Samir drove her higher than she’d ever been before. He was covered in sweat, and her hands slid over his skin, raking her nails across his back. The sounds of slapping skin filled the room, and she couldn’t tell the difference between his moans and her own.

“Samir,” she cried out. “God, I’m so close. Please. Please.”

“I told you, I’m right here. Let go, habibti. I’ve got you.”

She surrendered herself to the ravishing pleasure. The orgasm temporarily blinded her, and the only thing she could do was clutch at Samir. True to his word, he kept her safe as her muscles spasmed, clutching him greedily as he continued to drive into her. His thrusts became more erratic and when she finally fell back to reality, he drove into her one last time, roaring her name, before spilling himself inside her.

The next morning, Samir watched as Poppy struggled through the snow. When she shrieked and slipped, he roared with laughter. “Hey,” she muttered angrily as she sat up. “It’s not funny! What are we even doing out here? Who the hell goes for a walk in the snow?”

After breakfast, he’d immediately declared that she had the day off. Growling that it was preposterous to give the only servant in the house the day off, she argued the entire time he forced a jacket on her. When he wrapped a scarf around her neck, she tried to remind him that he’d starve if she didn’t feed him.

When he reminded her that he could always make a meal out of her, her cheeks had turned bright red, and he pushed her gently out the door into the snow.

Last night had been amazing. His own lack of control had shocked and terrified him, but her body had been the closest thing to heaven he’d ever been. The memory of every other woman that he’d had under him paled in comparison to her, and he really wanted today to be special.

Today, he wasn’t a Sheikh, and she wasn’t his servant. Today, they would be lovers embracing the holiday spirit.

Reaching over, he pulled her out of the snow. “The woods are magical in the snow, and I want to explore. Indulge me.”

“I can think of better ways to spend a day off,” she said with a sexy smile.

“We’re going to set the bed on fire if we don’t cool down a little.” Leaning down, he kissed her gently. It was meant to be a quick kiss but as she opened her mouth, he moaned and swept his tongue in to taste her. Silky and warm, just like her pussy. “Vixen,” he growled as he tore his mouth away. “I’m tempted to fuck you against that tree.”

“It’d probably keep the frostbite at bay,” she laughed and danced away from him before he could grab her. “Let’s explore, so we can get back to that ridiculously big bed of yours.”