Conveniently His Princess

He inhaled her again, rumbling like a lion maddened at the scent of his female in heat, as she was. Then he blew a gust of acute sensation over the knot where her nerves converged. She bucked, her plea choking. It became a shriek when he pumped a finger inside her in a slow, slow glide. Sunset turned to darkest night as she convulsed, pleasure slamming through her in desperate surges.

Her sight burst back to an image from a fantasy. Aram, fully clothed, kneeling between her legs…her, naked, splayed open over his shoulders, amidst an empty planet all their own.

And he’d made her climax with one touch.

Among the mass of aftershocks, she felt his finger, still inside her, pumping…beckoning. Her gasp tore through her lungs as his tongue joined in, licked from where his finger was buried inside her upward, circling her bud. Each glide and graze and pull and thrust sent hotter lances skewering through her as if she hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of her life. It was only when she sobbed, bucked, pressed her burning flesh to his mouth, opening herself fully to his double assault, that his lips locked on her core and really gave it to her, had her quaking and screaming with an even more violent release.

She tumbled from the explosive peak, drained, sated. Stupefied. What had just happened?

Her drugged eyes sought his, as if for answers.

Even in the receding sunset they glowed azure, heavy with hunger and satisfaction. “You better have really enjoyed this, because I’m now addicted to your taste and pleasure.”

Something tightened inside her until it became almost painful. She was flabbergasted to recognize it as an even fiercer arousal. Her satisfaction had lasted only a minute, and now she was even hungrier. No. Something else she’d never felt before. Empty. As if there was a gnawing void inside her that demanded to be filled. By him. Only ever him.

She confessed it all to him. “The pleasure you gave me is nothing like I ever imagined. But I hope you’re not thinking of indulging your addiction again. I want pleasure with you.”

All lightness drained from his eyes as he reached for her again. He cupped her, then squeezed her mound possessively, desensitizing her, the ferocious conqueror flaring back to life. “And you will have it. I’ll ride you to ecstasy until you can’t beg for more.”

Her senses swam with the force of anticipation, with the searing delight of his sensual threat. Her heart went haywire as he swept her up in his arms and headed inside.

In minutes, he entered a huge, tastefully furnished suite with marble floors, Persian carpets and soaring ceilings. At the thought that it must be Johara and Shaheen’s master suite, a flush engulfed her body.

A gigantic circular bed draped in chocolate satin spread beneath a domed skylight that glowed with the last tendrils of sunset. Oil lamps blazed everywhere, swathing everything in a golden cast of mystery and intimacy.

Sinking deeper into sensory overload, she tried to drag him down on top of her as he set her on the bed. He sowed kisses over her face and clinging arms as he withdrew, then stood back looking down at her.

His breath shuddered out. “Do you realize how incredible you are?” Elation, embarrassment, but mainly disbelief gurgled in her throat. “Do you want to see how incredible I find you?”

That got her voice working. “Yes, please.”

She struggled up to her elbows as he started to strip, exposing each sculpted inch, showing her how incredible he was. Her eyes and mouth watered, her hands stung with the intensity of need to explore him, revel in him. He did have the body of a higher being. It was a miracle he wore clothes at all, didn’t go through life flaunting his perfection and driving poor inferior mortals crazy with lust and envy.

Then he stepped out of his boxers, released the…proof of how incredible he found her, and a spike of craving and intimidation had her collapsing onto her back.

She’d felt he was big when he’d pressed against her what felt like a lifetime ago back on the terrace. But this… What if she couldn’t accommodate him, couldn’t please him?

But she had to give him everything, had to take all he had. Her heart would stop beating if he didn’t make her his now. Now.

His muscles bunched with barely suppressed desire as he came down onto the bed, his hunger crashing over her in drowning waves. “No more waiting, ya kanzi. Now I take you. And you take me.”

“Yes.” She held out shaking arms as he surged over her, impacted her. She cried out, reveling in how her softness cushioned his hardness. Perfect. No, sublime.

He dragged her legs apart even as she opened them for him. He guided them around his waist, his eyes seeking hers, solicitous and tempestuous, his erection seeking her entrance. Finding it both hot and molten, he bathed himself in her flowing readiness in one teasing stroke from her bud to her opening.

On the next stroke, he growled his surrender, sank inside her, fierce and full.

The world detonated in a crimson flash and then disappeared.

In the darkness, she heard keening as if from the end of a tunnel, and everything was shuddering. Then she went nerveless, collapsed beneath him in profound sensual shock.

She didn’t know how long existence was condensed into the exquisite agony. Then the world surged back on her with a flood of sensations, none she’d ever felt before.

She found him turned to stone on top of her, face and body, eyes wild with worry. “It’s your first time.”

As she quivered inside and out, a laugh burst out, startling them both. “As if this is a surprise. Have you met me?”

The consternation gripping his face vanished and was replaced by sensuality and tenderness. “Oh, yes, I have. And oh, yes, it is—you are a surprise a second.”