The Sheikh's Claim (Desert Nights 2)

“Don’t exaggerate—I’ve put on too much weight....”

“There can’t be too much of you for me. You were slim, then you became almost gaunt, not that it made me want you any less. But now…” He skimmed a coveting hand from the curve of her strong, square shoulder to her heavy breast, blood roaring in his ears, his loins, as its warmth and resilience overflowed in his large hand. “Now you’re beyond glorious. My silver-eyed enchantress has become a goddess.”

She thrust her breast into his hold, inviting a more aggressive possession. “You were always a god, now you’ve become something even more.”

He bent to award himself with compulsive suckles of her peach-colored, erect nipples, groaning at her taste and feel, as she pushed her flesh deeper into his mouth, whimpering her greed for more as she treated his clothes as he’d treated hers.

Delight expanded through him as he surrendered to her impatience, wallowing in it as she exposed him to her hunger.

He came down on top of her, plundering her fragrant mouth in savage kisses, his hands seeking all her secrets, taking every license, owning every inch. His fingers sought her molten depths, delighted in feeling them clamp around him in demand, as she keened and undulated beneath him, accepting the pleasure, inviting him with movements and words to do whatever he wished to her. She was too ready, as she always was for him; he brought her to orgasm around his fingers with just a few thrusts.

As she shook with that warm-up pleasure, he slid down the bed, draped her legs over his shoulders. She wantonly arched her hips, opening herself wide for his devouring. Her taste and scent blanketed his sanity as he lost all sense of self, becoming a beast bent on drinking his mate dry. And he did, while he suckled and tongued her to two more climaxes, his growls inhuman as he drained her overflowing pleasure.

She lay melted beneath him, aftershocks discharging through her as he rose above her. Her hands shook as they delighted in shaping and feeling him. Though his mind was unraveling, he let her own him like he’d just owned her. But when her hands wrapped around his now-painful erection, and her tongue licked her lips, miming her intentions, he stopped her.

Her eyes flared and subsided with that hypnotic light, her flush intensifying it. “Not fair. You had your way with me....”

“You’ll have your way with me, whenever and however you want. Just not now. This time I need to be inside you.” Something penetrated the fog of lust wrapping his mind. “But if you’re not…”

She shook her head against the light gray sheets that echoed her eyes and deepened the gloss of her raven hair, opening her thighs wide for him. “It’s safe. Come inside me, Jalal, just fill me, with yourself, with your pleasure.”

“Lujayn.” He could swear he heard something snap, crumble. The last shred of restraint.

He snatched up her silken legs, hooking her ankles around his neck, the only position where he could plumb deepest inside her, where she almost accommodated him. He cupped her buttocks, mounted her, then holding her focus, groaning her name, he thrust inside her, felt as if he’d plunged into a vise of pure, molten pleasure.

Her scream echoed his roar as her hot flesh stretched for his invasion, her back arched, her whole body trembling like a strummed string with the shock of pain and pleasure. He withdrew, plunged again, seeking to breach her completely as he knew she needed him to, sensation slashing through him. Another sharp keen squeezed out of her depths as she smashed herself against him, seeking his full domination. He gave it to her, forging deeper with every thrust. She orgasmed over and over, shrieks shredding her voice, convulsions racking her whole body beneath his and her inner muscles around his girth.

He waited until pleasure was electrifying her in a continuous current, squeezing him beyond insanity, then erupted in his own release, his buttocks contracting into her cradle, his erection buried to the hilt inside her quivering flesh. He held himself at her womb as his seed seared through his length in jet after jet of excruciating pleasure.

Somewhere in his brain thoughts floated among the lethargy of satisfaction. The last time they’d had such profound fulfillment in each other, a life had been created, their son. And if it wasn’t safe as she thought, this time another miracle might happen, another son, or better still a daughter....

He lurched back into the present, found himself spread beneath the warm, satiated embodiment of all his desires.

His heart contracted with remembrance. The last time this had happened, she’d broken away from him, her eyes cold and reviling. He couldn’t survive it this time if she…

She purred something, a sound of total satisfaction, secured him in a more intimate embrace. Everything inside him fell apart in relief, in thankfulness, as he luxuriated in gliding his hands over her lushness, grinding his unabated arousal against that belly that had borne him his son. She turned her face up at him, opened for him as their mouths mated again and again.

As she dived back into his hold, his gaze fell on the wall clock. It was 1:00 a.m.

Uzeem. Great. By the time he had her in any shape that didn’t say “savagely pleasured female,” it might be dawn. He couldn’t return her to her family looking like that, eyes barely open, mouth swollen, skin flushed with simmering lust.

He sighed, deciding this was too incredible to waste any of it worrying. He’d somehow iron this out with her family. For now, he’d savor each breath and nuance of this reunion. This revival.

He hugged her tighter, arms and legs. She sighed in bone-deep bliss, melted deeper into his full-body embrace.

He sighed again, brought up the only other thing he had on his mind anymore. “I want to see Adam tomorrow. Make that today.”

She raised a wobbling head, her blissful expression receding, resurging tension clamping her every muscle. “I can’t, Jalal.”

He stiffened, didn’t stop her when she struggled to sit up.

Her eyes pleaded as she looked at him. “I’m not contesting your right to see Adam. But I won’t turn my family’s life upside down while I’m here. It will be difficult enough to explain away tonight.”

Unable to bear her agitation, wanting only to alleviate her worries, he brought her back to him in a searing kiss, whispered against her lips, “Then you bring him to me.”

Nine

“Do you realize how huge this is?”

Lujayn winced at the nerve-fraying excitement in her younger sister’s exclamation.

She ignored her as she tried to talk Adam out of wriggling down from her arms to run up the cut-stone path toward Jalal’s villa on his own.