kiss and propped himself over her, his eyes heavy with desire. His breath came hard and fast and, unable to help herself, she slid the palms of her hands down each of his arms, savouring the strength and power of his muscles.
Her whole body was alive, tingling with desire for him. This was what she wanted but at the same time she knew it would only cause more problems, more heartache.
* * *
Kazim tried hard to rein in the maelstrom of emotions rushing around his body. Never had a woman driven him so crazy with desire that heâd all but dragged her back to his hotel room in the middle of the afternoon. But then never had a woman made him wait so long. He had, he decided, been ensconced in the desert far too long and now he had very little control left.
âIf this isnât what you want...â he heard his words come out in a low growl, saw the shocked expression cross her beautiful face, but he couldnât stop them â...then I suggest you say now.â
She moved beneath him, her body pressing against his erection, and he clenched his jaw hard, hanging onto the last thread of control. She was draining the strength from him and when her hands slid down his arms he almost couldnât bear it.
Slowly she reached her hand up to his face, her palm pressing against his cheek, and he wasnât sure if she was trembling or if he was shaking with the effort of control.
âI want this, Kazim,â she whispered huskily. âI want you.â
He pushed aside the doubts that had made him walk out on her on their wedding night. He couldnât think about them now; the raging throb of desire in his body needed quenching. It needed quenching now. He wanted herâcompletely.
He looked at her face, the colour creeping over her cheeks as his hand slid down her leg until he reached the hemline of her dress. Slowly, he slid his hand underneath the silk and upwards. The soft brown of her eyes darkened, her breathing deepened and he watched in fascination as her lips parted, a soft sigh escaping them.
âKazim,â she pleaded, her gaze fixed on his, her fingernails digging into his arms.
Just his name on her lips sent him into overdrive, unable to think of anything other than making her his. He touched the lace of her panties at her hip and pulled hard, the satisfying sound of tearing making his pulse race. He lifted himself up on one arm and quickly freed himself from the constraints of his clothes. He was too impatient to remove them allâhe wanted her now.
As if in encouragement, she moved her legs either side of his and he pushed her dress up, watching her face all the time.
For a fleeting moment he wondered if he should take things more slowly, but as she moved against him, sighing softly, tormenting him with the heat of her body, he knew he couldnât.
âKazim,â she sighed and he shook with hungry need, her husky whisper heightening his desire. Should he use contraception? The question floated on the periphery. No, she was his wife and he needed an heir. If this moment led to such an outcome it wouldnât be a hardship.
âKazim...â She encouraged him again, her voice almost lost to pleasure, her hands pressing him against her.
He had precious little control left now; all he wanted was to be deep inside her, feel her heat surround him. She wrapped her legs around him, moving temptingly against him. He felt her wetness and couldnât hold back any longer. In one swift movement he thrust himself into her, the ecstasy of it making him cry out.
âKazim!â Her cry of pleasure mingled with his and she lifted her hips up, meeting him, taking him deeper still, until it was as if all the stars in the desert night sky had exploded around him.
As his heart rate slowed and he regained his ability to think, he felt triumphant. She was his, but he reeled with the shock of realising that she had been a virgin, that the rumours had been nothing more than malicious
Her whole body was alive, tingling with desire for him. This was what she wanted but at the same time she knew it would only cause more problems, more heartache.
* * *
Kazim tried hard to rein in the maelstrom of emotions rushing around his body. Never had a woman driven him so crazy with desire that heâd all but dragged her back to his hotel room in the middle of the afternoon. But then never had a woman made him wait so long. He had, he decided, been ensconced in the desert far too long and now he had very little control left.
âIf this isnât what you want...â he heard his words come out in a low growl, saw the shocked expression cross her beautiful face, but he couldnât stop them â...then I suggest you say now.â
She moved beneath him, her body pressing against his erection, and he clenched his jaw hard, hanging onto the last thread of control. She was draining the strength from him and when her hands slid down his arms he almost couldnât bear it.
Slowly she reached her hand up to his face, her palm pressing against his cheek, and he wasnât sure if she was trembling or if he was shaking with the effort of control.
âI want this, Kazim,â she whispered huskily. âI want you.â
He pushed aside the doubts that had made him walk out on her on their wedding night. He couldnât think about them now; the raging throb of desire in his body needed quenching. It needed quenching now. He wanted herâcompletely.
He looked at her face, the colour creeping over her cheeks as his hand slid down her leg until he reached the hemline of her dress. Slowly, he slid his hand underneath the silk and upwards. The soft brown of her eyes darkened, her breathing deepened and he watched in fascination as her lips parted, a soft sigh escaping them.
âKazim,â she pleaded, her gaze fixed on his, her fingernails digging into his arms.
Just his name on her lips sent him into overdrive, unable to think of anything other than making her his. He touched the lace of her panties at her hip and pulled hard, the satisfying sound of tearing making his pulse race. He lifted himself up on one arm and quickly freed himself from the constraints of his clothes. He was too impatient to remove them allâhe wanted her now.
As if in encouragement, she moved her legs either side of his and he pushed her dress up, watching her face all the time.
For a fleeting moment he wondered if he should take things more slowly, but as she moved against him, sighing softly, tormenting him with the heat of her body, he knew he couldnât.
âKazim,â she sighed and he shook with hungry need, her husky whisper heightening his desire. Should he use contraception? The question floated on the periphery. No, she was his wife and he needed an heir. If this moment led to such an outcome it wouldnât be a hardship.
âKazim...â She encouraged him again, her voice almost lost to pleasure, her hands pressing him against her.
He had precious little control left now; all he wanted was to be deep inside her, feel her heat surround him. She wrapped her legs around him, moving temptingly against him. He felt her wetness and couldnât hold back any longer. In one swift movement he thrust himself into her, the ecstasy of it making him cry out.
âKazim!â Her cry of pleasure mingled with his and she lifted her hips up, meeting him, taking him deeper still, until it was as if all the stars in the desert night sky had exploded around him.
As his heart rate slowed and he regained his ability to think, he felt triumphant. She was his, but he reeled with the shock of realising that she had been a virgin, that the rumours had been nothing more than malicious
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