Devil's Daughter (Devil 2)

She read the questions in his eyes, and turned her face inward, against his shoulder. She began shaking at the intimacy they had shared.

“Arabella?”

His voice was gentle, and she felt his hand smoothing back the tangled hair from her face. “You were inside of my body. I never before imagined—”

Surprisingly, he didn’t push her to continue. He moved slowly from her and rose to stand beside the bed. She looked up at him questioningly, and rose to her elbows. His voice stopped her.

“Lie still.”

He brought a soft cloth and a basin of water, and sat down beside her.

“No. You cannot.”

He laughed, a deep, rich sound. “Of course I can. Now, close your mouth and your eyes and lie still.”

She felt the damp cloth move between her thighs, and grew rigid.

Kamal frowned at the splotches of blood smeared on her thighs, remembering her cries of pain. Gently he bathed her, then pressed the wet cloth against her to ease her soreness. He knew he must talk to her, but his eyes traveled over her, and no words came to his mind. Her legs were beautifully shaped, long and straight. He felt himself grow hard again. He leaned over her, unable to help himself, and gently began to caress her.

At the touch of his mouth, Arabella jumped, trying to pull away from him. “You cannot. Please, Kamal.”

He heard the panic in her voice. He drew up to lie beside her. “In time, Arabella,” he said, drawing her against him, “in a little while, I will love you as you are meant to be loved. My mouth will give you greater pleasure than my fingers, and your pleasure, Arabella, gives me pleasure.”

He pressed his fingertips against her lips. “Hush. Sleep now.”

He gently held her against him, stroking his hand down her back to calm her and soothe her. Arabella sighed deeply, and nestled closer to him, unwilling at the moment to question what had happened to her.

Chapter 22

Arabella kept her eyes tightly closed, even as she arched upward to deepen the pressure of his caressing tongue against her breast.

“I know you are awake, Arabella,” she heard him say, laughter lurking in his voice. “Your body won’t let you hide from me any longer.”

“I’m embarrassed,” she said, her eyes still firmly closed.

“I know, but it will pass quickly.” His hand moved over her ribs and waist to knead her belly.

She still fought to hold herself away from him, but his fingers moved lower and she couldn’t swallow the gasp of sharp pleasure.

Her eyes flew open and it took her a few moments to make out his face above hers in the darkness. She knew she should talk to him, make it clear to him that she came to him only because of her parents. She had to bargain with him. She had to—She moaned and she vaguely heard him draw in his breath at the sound.

He moved on top of her, and she felt the heat of him, felt him hard against her closed legs.

She felt his thighs press against hers, easing her legs open, until he lay between them. She knew but a moment of fear before he drew her with him into a world of raw sensation. She whispered his name, as if to taste the sound of his name on her lips.

She sighed deeply, and he felt her surrender. The sweetness of it made him wild with desire to possess her, to make her cry out his name at the moment of her climax.

When he moved down her body, he felt her tense but a moment, then she was open to him, her hips arching upward to meet his mouth. The softness of her, the heat of her flesh, made him tremble with pleasure. He felt her hands digging into his shoulders, and the innocence of her touch made him slow, taking exquisite care with her so she would know the full sweetness he could give her. He felt her legs stiffen as she neared her release.

He left her, and without pause moved over her and eased himself into her. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply. He felt her stretching to hold him, but he could feel no tensing of pain, no resistance in her. Slowly, with extreme care, he pushed his full length into her. He raised himself until his belly was pressed against hers, heightening her pleasure, and he began to move slowly.

“Is there any pain?” he asked, watching the shadows on her face.

Arabella could find no words. She shook her head against his throat, her arms clutching his back. When he eased his hand between them to caress her, her climax was so powerful she thought she would die.

He felt her muscles squeezing him, felt her stiffen beneath him. He let himself take his own pleasure, her cries mixing with his.

“We’re sweating.”