To Tame a Sheikh by Olivia Gates Page B

made him almost berserk. It was her words that singed him through to his soul and served as the ultimate aphrodisiac.
    “I always thought you the most beautiful thing in the world, Shaheen,” she sobbed. “I want you all over me, inside me.”
    “Give me your pleasure first, ya galbi. ”
    Before she could protest, he clamped one nipple between his lips, suckled her, nipped her, gorging on the feel and taste. Her cries of pleasure amplified in his inflamed brain as her body begged for his invasion. He glided the length of his nakedness against hers, reveling in how her satin firmness cushioned his rougher hardness. He pushed her legs apart with his knees, opened her folds with one hand. He stumbled to the brink just gliding his fingers along her molten heat, just smelling her arousal.
    He drew harder on her nipple, giving her two fingers to suckle, while his other hand rubbed shaking circles over the knot of flesh where her nerves converged. She writhed, moaned, rippled beneath him, demanding more. He gave her more, two fingers pumping into her tight, flowing heat. After a few languorous thrusts, she bowed up on a stifled cry. Then she came apart.
    “ Aih, ya galbi, show me how much you want everything I do to you.” He feasted on the sight as she took her fill of pleasure, her inhibitions almost gone. Each grip and release of her inner flesh on his fingers transmitted to his arousal.
    He still waited until she subsided, then stimulated her again. She pushed his hand away with a sharp cry of impatience, snared him with her legs, trying to get him to mount her.
    He smiled his approval into her stormy eyes. “ Aih, show me what you want of me, tell me how you want it.”
    “I want you to take me, hard. Don’t you dare hold anything back this time. Give me all of you—” her fingers dug into his shoulders, wrenching him down on top of her with all the power of her fervor “—now!”
    Before he complied, he reached for the bedside drawer. He was ready with protection this time. She stayed his hand, shook her head. Holding her heavy-with-need gaze, he read her message. She was telling him it was safe to take her. And he couldn’t draw another breath if he didn’t, if he didn’t give her all of him. He gripped her buttocks, tilted her, growled, “ Khodini kolli …take all of me, ya joharti, ” and plunged.
    He hit her womb on that first thrust, obeying her need for his total invasion, secure she was ready, that any discomfort would only sharpen her pleasure. She engulfed him back with a piercing keen, consumed him in what felt like a velvet inferno.
    He rested his forehead on hers, feeling like he was truly home, his hold on consciousness loosening.
    Then she arched beneath him, until he felt she took him into her core, her streaming eyes making him feel she’d taken him into her heart. She was embedded in his.
    With a pledge that he’d never let her go, he withdrew all the way then thrust back, fierce and full.
    He rode every satin scream as hard as she’d demanded, his rumbling echoing her cries. Her tightness clamped harder around his length, pouring more red-hot pleasure over his flesh, until she convulsed beneath him.
    Seeing her abandon, feeling the force of her pleasure, shattered him. He plummeted after her into the abyss of ecstasy, slid himself all the way inside her and released his essence.
    Time ceased to matter, to exist, as he came down on top of her as she demanded, anchoring her after the tumult.
    Then he brought her over him, a drape of satisfaction, everything he wanted wanting him back, and back in his arms.
    “Ahebbek, ya joharti. Aashagek. Enti hayati kollaha.”
    She jerked at the words he whispered against her cooling forehead. Then she pushed feebly against him, demanding to be released from their union.
    It took a moment before he could bring himself to release her, worry replacing satiation and bliss at her agitated breathing and renewed tears, which he was sure didn’t indicate