Breaking the Sheikh's Rules

Her eyes dropped to the low slung waist of his under-trousers, loose, but not loose enough to disguise the prominent bulge. Cheeks flaming, Iseult lifted her eyes again and saw Nadim’s riveted on her. Feeling self-conscious, she brought up an arm over her breasts.

And then he was there, beside her, one hand re moving her arm from her breasts, brushing against a sensitive nipple. He stretched her arm up, over her head, where his fingers interlaced with hers, holding her cap

tive.

He bent his head and feathered a kiss to her mouth. ‘Don’t hide yourself from me…’

A heated languor melted through Iseult’s veins, and yet at the same time she felt more energised than she’d ever felt, with a dull, throbbing ache setting up in her lower belly and between her legs.

With a slowness she was sure was meant to drive her insane, Nadim traced his other hand and fingers around her breast, moulding the fleshy contour before cupping it and squeezing gently, so that the hard tip stood out like an enticement.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, still holding one hand captive, he bent again and pressed hot open-mouthed kisses all down her chest, between the valley of her breasts, and then after a screaming second of torture he licked around the aureole and dragged that hot, tingling tip into his mouth.

Iseult’s back arched as if she’d been electrocuted. She’d never felt anything like it in her life, and she squeezed her legs together reflexively to stem the tide of liquid heat. Her fingers clasped Nadim’s in a death grip, and her other hand funnelled through his silky hair, keeping his head and that wicked mouth in place.

He moved to the other breast, administering the same torture, making Iseult gasp out loud and suck in short breaths. He finally released her other hand and drew back slightly, but only to look his fill. Iseult felt wanton and uncontrollable. Her nipples were wet from his mouth and tongue, his cheeks flushed, eyes glittering.

‘Nadim…’ she husked, not even knowing what she was asking for.

Nadim had to pause for a moment. For the first time in his life he felt out of control with a woman. Heat and lust had morphed together, clouding his brain in a searing heat haze, and all he wanted to do was bury himself so far and deep into Iseult’s slick body that he knew if he didn’t impose some control he’d hurt her.

But it was near impossible to regain that control. Her breasts were like two succulent fruits, her back still slightly arched. When he’d felt that spasmodic response as he’d closed his mouth around one hard, tight nipple and sucked it deep, he’d damn near exploded. She was biting her lip now, her eyes glazed, dark golden pools of desire…her hair was spread out around her in glorious disarray.

Smoothing his hands down the sides of her body, out over the gentle swell of her hips, he snagged on the ties of her skimpy harem pants. With little more than a tug they were gone, falling away in a diaphanous cloud by the bed, taking her panties with them.

Now she lay there with nothing except the gold chain around her waist and the gold ankle bracelets, and Nadim did not have the spatial ability to even attempt removing those. Feeling suddenly constricted, he stood and dispensed with his own trousers. He saw Iseult’s gaze drop and her cheeks pale slightly when she saw the sheer evidence of his arousal…

Iseult knew all about sex, even if she’d never had it. She’d watched stallions mount mares all her life, so she knew all about the earthy reality. But to see Nadim fully naked and fully aroused intimidated her more than she cared to admit. Any thought of telling him she was a virgin fled her mind. They’d gone too far now, and even as she balked at his physicality she knew she didn’t want to turn back. If he knew she was a virgin…

Nadim came down on the bed alongside Iseult, scattering her thoughts. He lay on his side and with a possessive arm pulled her into him. She breathed in the musky scent of their arousal. She could feel his erection pressing against her and it made her want to move her hips. Any trepidation fled.

Tentatively she trailed a shy hand up over his lean waist and torso, watching how his belly was sucked in on a short breath. Her fingers found a hard blunt nipple, and acting on pure instinct she bent down and found it with her mouth, kissing it before biting and nipping gently, savouring the salty taste of his skin, running a hand down his back to the indent just above his firm buttocks.

Nadim fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back up. Pressed torso to torso, length to length, they touched everywhere. With an enigmatic look that Iseult couldn’t decipher Nadim covered her mouth with his in a searing kiss and pulled her even closer, his arms wrapped around her so tight that her breasts were flattened against his chest. She didn’t even know where he ended and she began.

An urgency was building between her legs and in her belly, a tightening coil of tension, and Iseult moved restlessly, unwittingly causing stars and spots to explode behind Nadim’s eyes as he fought to retain control.

Nadim’s hands smoothed down her back, down to her bottom, pulling her into him even more. Instinctively Iseult opened her legs, feeling Nadim’s heated erection sliding between them. Hearts were thumping out of control, and Iseult felt a light sweat break out all over her skin. She’d never been so intent on one thing: reaching an elusive peak with this man.

In an effortless move Nadim shifted them so that Iseult was flat on her back and he lay between her legs. She could feel the potent strength of him between her thighs, but still he didn’t move. He just bent his head and found her mouth again, drugging her with his kisses.

She heard the faint sound of foil ripping, and there was a moment when Nadim pulled back. She opened her eyes with a faint mewl of despair. She needed something right now that only he could give her. She wrapped her hands around his biceps, feeling them bunch and move under silky-smooth skin.

Her legs moved further apart even as her thighs gripped his lean waist, and she felt him move down slightly. He touched her intimately with one finger, drawing it slowly up the desire-drenched folds of her sex, finding where the evidence of her arousal was a hard swell of nerve-endings and rubbing her there.

Iseult’s back arched again. Pressing herself into his hand, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. Her hands gripped his arms so tight that she thought she’d leave him with permanent marks.

‘Nadim…’ she said hoarsely, desperately. ‘Please…’

‘What?’ he asked, all innocence wrapped up in the devil, and he continued to tease her with his finger, which was moving inside her now, where she felt slick and hot.

‘I could tease you and watch you all night, but not any more… I can’t wait…’

Before Iseult knew what was happening, or had sucked in a breath, Nadim was pushing himself into her. Filling her, stretching her…impossibly. She gasped for a moment, and jerked her hips as if to move away from his penetration, but even as she did she could feel a glorious friction.

Nadim frowned down at her. ‘Iseult…are you…?’

Iseult somehow knew the discomfort would be fleeting. She reached up and pulled his head down, pulling him closer, and wrapped her legs around his waist.