Her Seductive Enemy – Sheikh Breaks My Heart Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
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The sheikh hauled her closer, and she cried out as her already erect nipples scraped against the muscular wall of his chest. Her arms moved seemingly on its own volition, curving over the slopes of his shoulders, and when the sheikh started sucking on her tongue, her hands moved further up, driving through the thick, silky strands of his hair—-

He sucked harder on her tongue, and her fingers tightened its grip on his hair even as she cried out.

Oh heavens, it was like he was about to eat her up. But instead of terrifying Anisah, this only made her body arch against his in innocent yearning. She wanted more. Oh stars above, she wanted everything this man could offer her!

“Tory, God...” Tarif groaned as a sensual shudder wracked his powerful body, and he groaned again when his beautiful puritan gradually shed her inhibitions as she started to kiss him back. It began with tentative strokes of her tongue that drove him wild, and by the time she started sucking on his tongue, the demands of his arousal were beyond his control.

Tarif swept her up in his arms without breaking their kiss, and in several strides, he reached his bedroom. By the time her eyes fluttered open, he was laying her down on his bed.

A quick, dazed sweep of her surroundings showed Anisah an elegant mix of slate gray and white marble, but then the sheikh moved, his handsome face filling her vision, and just like that she forgot how to make her mind work again.

For one long moment they stared at each other, the silence in his vast bedroom broken only by her hitched breathing. This close, he looked too beautiful to be real; he was larger than life in a way only fairytale princes could be, as invincible as heroes of the old myths, and his sexuality so raw and earthly it was almost animalistic.

This man was perfect, the kind of lover that women would sell their souls to have – and in his midnight-black eyes, she saw the most unbelievable thing: this man wanted her...and only her.

Tarif inhaled sharply when Anisah hesitantly reached up to place one soft hand on his cheek. He held his body stiff, lest the slightest movement from him would ruin the moment. It was one of the few times that she had touched him first – and it felt so damn good he hoped she never took her hand away.

“Did you r-really not have sex for so long because of me?”

A hoarse laugh escaped him at the uncertain look her violet eyes directed at him. “How can you seriously ask that? I’ve made a fool of myself in front the entire palace in my quest to have you.”

“Is that all I am to you still?” she managed to tease, albeit in a breathless voice. “A quest?”

His hot, ravenous gaze roamed her body as he answered her without an ounce of hesitation. “Fuck yes.”

The utter shamelessness of it was too much for her. “Oh, sheikh!” She started to laugh, but the sound swiftly turned into a moan when the sheikh brought her hand to his lips and ran his tongue against the sensitive skin.

AAAAAH.

“Don’t you think I’ve waited long enough for you, anisdi?” The sheikh’s possessive gaze captured hers as he spoke, and she couldn’t help but arch against his at the dark promise she saw in it. Oh dear heavens, the things those eyes promised...they were so, so, so very dirty.

Lust slowly snaked its way down her body, and she could only cry out when the sheikh started to suck on her fingers one at a time. Her head tossed and turned against the pillows restlessly – stars above, how could this man make her feel so much?

“Tell me I can fuck you now,” Tarif rasped as he released her fingers. “Say you’ll be mine.”

His hand slid between their bodies, and when she felt him reach for the hem of her robe, she lifted passion-clouded eyes to the sheikh as she moaned out the only answer she could think of. “Yes.”

Chapter Fourteen

The first thing the sheikh removed was her dagger and its strap, and hearing it fall against the floor had Anisah gulping. It felt like having her best friend taken away from her, and her body half-rose in instinctive protest.

The sheikh’s dark head lifted at her movement, and he didn’t seem at all surprised to see her pale and trembling as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Trust me, anisdi.” His voice was quiet, his words both a promise and a command, telling her that he would be her dagger from here on.

It was exactly what she needed to hear, and so when the sheikh gently pushed her back to lie against the bed once more, she no longer thought of running away. She simply closed her eyes...and trusted him.


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