Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Noooooo!” But this time, the sound came out a restless moan.
The sheikh pushed her legs wide open, and she shook her head wildly against the table. “No!” She tried pushing his head away, but it still came down, closer and closer –
His mouth touched her pussy, and she gasped, eyes flying wide as her body arched.
He started to lick her silk-covered folds, his tongue running leisurely against the crevice, and she moaned again, her body shuddering as it fell back to the table.
Oh God. Oh shit. Oooooooh—-
The fingers that once tried to pull his head away were now gripping his hair involuntarily, working to keep his head in place as his tongue stroked her pussy, again and again – and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, it did, with the prince ripping her panties away.
“Oh!”
And then his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue lashing her sensitive, swollen skin.
“OH!”
His tongue thrust in, withdrew, and thrust back in.
Oh God, he was fucking her pussy with his tongue!
Her eyes squeezed shut as a strange kind of pleasure started coiling around her body, a mix of excruciating and exhilarating, making her want to scream ‘stop’ and ‘more’ at the same time. Her body began to buckle as the pleasure intensified, and her head began to turn. The words finally spilled past her lips, whimpers that were as incoherent as the thoughts that crowded her sex-drugged mind.
“Please. No. More. Please. Stop. God. Please. God.”
And throughout it, the sheikh paid her no heed, his entire attention focused on devouring her pussy.
The coils of pleasure tightened around her body, squeezing every cell with the most delicious pleasure—-
And then her eyes rolled back, a thunderous orgasm claiming her body with jolting tremors, and she screamed.
His name.
Chapter Four
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
She glared at the sheikh. “Like that.” And she knew he was just playing dumb. He was gazing at her with that gleam in his eyes again, the look that told her he knew her every secret – and he wouldn’t hesitate using it to toy with her.
Damn sheikh...and damn her for letting Khalil have his way.
As she had shuddered in the aftermath of her first orgasm, Harper had only been able to watch with dazed eyes when the sheikh bent down to pick up her ripped panties and shove it inside his pocket. After, he had swung her up in his arms and stepped out of the dining room, and the moment she saw the stoic-looking guards stationed at the hallway she had squeaked in embarrassment, closed her eyes, and curled against his chest in a futile attempt to hide herself.
If she didn’t see anything, well, she could pretend that she had seen nothing – and that no one had seen her in return...right?
She had foolishly assumed that the sheikh would carry her back to her suite and that would be the end to their one-night stand (or was it a one-quickie-stand), but when she had heard the doors shut behind them and she had opened her eyes, it was only then Harper had realized the sheikh had taken her to his suite instead.
She had sputtered in shock. What? Why? But the sheikh had ignored this and instead went on carrying her all the way to his en-suite bathroom, which of course was a thousand times more tastefully opulent than she could ever imagine. This time, there wasn’t a hint of the usual white marble seen all over the palace, but instead it was mostly black granite and gold fixtures.
Kingly and masculine, she had thought, momentarily distracted.
But then he had let her slide to her feet and started disrobing her, and Harper had immediately crashed back to earth. “No! Wait! Stop!” She had tried to struggle, she really had, but when he had started kissing her and his fingers started stroking her pussy –
And that, Harper thought glumly, was how she ended up here, naked and sharing a Jacuzzi with His Majesty, while his gaze feasted on her like he owned her body and soul—-
Unable to help it, she growled again, “I said, stop looking at me like that!”
The sheikh’s breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I can’t.”
Ah! The sensual slide of air against her sensitive earlobe took her completely by surprise, causing Harper to shiver in acute awareness.
“I love looking my fill of you, saghira.”
Harper grimaced. Saghira meant little kitten. Was he saying that he only had to touch her and she would mewl—-
At the same time, she felt his fingers trail her spine, and her body stretched and arched. His fingers went up, threading through her hair, and her head fell back, her lips parting as she mew—-
Her eyes flew open!
No! Hell no! she was not going to be his saghira, dammit!
And so she yanked away from him, water splashing about their bodies as she crossed her arms over her breasts and whirled around to face him, growling, “Stop touching me like that, too.”