Chapter Seven
Oh stars of the desert, someone help her!
The kiss turned Anisah’s world upside down in an instant, and passion erupted between them, hot as molten lava and just as unstoppable. It destroyed her resistance in a single second, reducing her strength to that of a newborn babe as she belatedly attempted to push the sheikh away. She tried beating his chest, tried wriggling off, but it only made the sheikh move his mouth over hers insistently, and every infernal brush of his hot, soft lips only had her growing weaker and weaker.
“Open your mouth for me,” Tarif growled.
Anisah squeezed her eyes shut in a despairing attempt to resist the poisonously sweet timbre of the sheikh’s voice, but it was no use. He was nibbling on her lips now, and every little nip made her want more and more. And when his tongue outlined her lips---
AAAAAAH.
It was another slice of forbidden pleasure, and when the sheikh repeated his command in a rasp---
“Let me in, Tory.”
Her will broke completely under the intoxicating promise that flavored his words, and a moan of helpless surrender flowed out of her throat just as her lips parted.
His grip on her hair tightened, pushing her head forward, and then he was kissing her more deeply, so, so deep that her toes curled at the way his kiss penetrated her very soul. She moaned at the dangerous beauty in it, and moaned again when his tongue thrust inside her mouth.
Reality blurred as his mouth moved more insistently, and his tongue pushed deeper. All that was left was her ability to feel, and oh, how she felt. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he released her hair. His hands clamped each side of her waist, and then he was pulling her closer, closer and closer until his long, hard, and thick phallus was pulsing mightily against the aching folds of her crotch.
A whimper escaped her at the sheer, wondrous feel of it. Oh heavens, everything was so addictive – the taste of his kiss, the feel of his erection rubbing against her. She wanted more, more, more, and she found herself silently begging for it in the way she could no longer stop herself from kissing him back, her need for him now wild and uncontrollable---
“Tory, fuck…” Anisah’s innocence shone despite how responsive she was, and he would be surprised if this didn’t turn out to be her first kiss. If he were a gentleman, he would find a way to take things slow, to allow her time to be accustomed to his kisses.
But then she started rubbing herself harder against him, and Tarif forgot all about being gentle with his beautiful puritan. Instead, he found himself grinding himself against her, dry-humping her like some horny bastard who hadn’t ever tasted a real pussy, and when she started to moan, the sound tore at his control, and Tarif groaned against her lips.
“I need to touch you.” The sheikh wrenched his mouth away from her with an effort, and he nearly shuddered at the way Anisah moaned in sweet protest. “Tell me I can touch you, my sweet,” he urged hoarsely.
Lovely violet eyes stared up at him in a haze of desire. “N-Nem.”
A groan of relief escaped him just before he kissed her again, even more hungrily this time while his hands became busy, pulling her robe up to her waist so he could feel the satiny texture of her skin. He had only the briefest feel of it earlier when he had reached for her dagger, but now he had the chance to savor her skin, and luxuriate in it he did, running his hands slowly up her bare legs.
He felt her jerk when his hands brushed against her knees, and the sheikh mentally filed this under her list of sensitive spots. He intended to discover each and every one of them and use it to torment her until she was out of her mind with pleasure.
Finally, his hands reached up to her upper torso, his fingers softly trailing over the sensitive skin of her stomach before cupping her sweet, tender breasts.
The sheikh squeezed her breasts hard, and Anisah gasped against his lips. The feel of it was unbelievable, and when he started kneading her breasts in the most deliciously erotic way, she couldn’t stop herself from gasping again.
His fingers started to move towards her nipples, and she stiffened, a part of her fearing the unknown, another part of her anticipating what she was sure could only be more pleasure.
And it was.
A whimper slipped past her lips at how pain and pleasure blurred inside of her the moment the sheikh pinched her nipples. It was agony at its most beautiful, and she wished it would never end. Her arms tightening around the sheikh’s neck, she found herself instinctively moving, her body rubbing against his, silently demanding more of his ministration.
The sheikh pulled his mouth away from her all of a sudden again, but before she could protest, his head had already bent down, his mouth latching on to one cotton-covered nipple as soon as his hands pushed her robe up to her neck.
Aaaaaaah!
He started to suck – hard and strong enough that he made the fabric of her bra feel nonexistent, and she found herself shuddering in his arms with a cry. Her hands moved up, clutching his head, and with an absolute lack of shame, she found herself pushing his head closer to her breast, wanting him to eat all of her.
She felt like she was about to go crazy. It was just too much, with the sheikh sucking on her nipple while his strong, throbbing phallus kept nudging against her folds as if trying to find her entry so it could drive all the way inside---
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The two of them froze.
A moment later, both of them realized at the same time that the car had long come to a stop, and that both the sheikh’s chauffeur and private bodyguard were standing outside the 4x4, waiting for their employer’s signal to open the door.
Heaven save her! What had she done?
Anisah scrambled off his lap with a strangled cry, and seeing the panicky expression on her lovely face, Tarif didn’t make a move to stop her, knowing she needed time to adjust to the reality of what had just happened between them.
Knowing that she wouldn’t appreciate him staring at her beautiful body while she put her clothes to rights, he glanced out of the window to distract himself. The narrow strip of parking space outlining the edge of the desert was still quite full, with outgoing tourists stepping out of their cabs while inbound ones climbed out of their rented 4x4s. It was also the same for the sheikh, although awaiting him instead of a cab was one of the royal family’s many limousines.
“I’m done now,” Anisah muttered. The sheikh turned to her, and even though she had given herself five full minutes to prepare for this, she realized right away it was not enough.
One look into his dark, glittering eyes, and she instantly remembered everything---
The taste of his kiss, the sound of his mouth sucking on her breast, and oh, the feel of his thick, hard erection trying to push itself inside of her womanhood.
“Tory---”
His desire-thickened voice had her biting back a cry at the way her body swelled in instant, absolute yearning.
Oh heavens, no.
Anisah yanked the door open and jumped out of the car, taking Tarif completely by surprise. What the fuck? Anger and reluctant admiration warred inside of the sheikh as he watched his sweet, defiant puritan hail a cab and slide into its backseat as she successfully made her escape.
Tarif ordered one of his security officers to tail Anisah’s cab and afterwards instructed his limousine driver to step on the gas. He wanted to get to his meeting as quickly as possible; the sooner he was done with it, the sooner he could be with Anisah again – and have the chance of throttling her beautiful neck for impulsively placing her life at risk.
Taking his phone out, the sheikh sent her a text message.
Tarif: Never endanger yourself like that again or you will not like the consequences.
Anisah: I only took a cab, Your Highness.
Tarif: Taking a cab does not protect you from kidnappers or terrorists.
Anisah: I’m not part of the royal family, sheikh.
Tarif: But you will be my woman sooner or later, so get used to acting like one.