Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“If anyone has reason to be worried about this not being what it is,” the sheikh said broodingly, “it should be me.”
“Why?” Kyria was genuinely confused.
“Because you’re young,” he said grimly. “You’ve barely started your life, and there’s every chance you could still meet someone else—-” But Kyria was already shaking her head even before he finished speaking, and the sheikh’s words broke off.
“Do you think I didn’t try?” she whispered. “It was one of my most important goals in the past two years, Malik. But just the thought alone of going out on a date with another guy made my skin crawl—-” She stopped speaking when she saw his eyes squeeze shut at her words. “Malik?” Her tone was quietly anxious. “What is it?” Had she said something wrong?
Malik lowered his head to her shoulder. He had always wondered if she had ever been attracted to any other man, had always wondered how he would feel if he learned that there was someone else. And now she was telling her there wasn’t a single fucking one—-
“You shouldn’t have said that,” he said roughly.
Oh, she knew it! She had said something wrong, and she wondered dismally if telling the sheikh about how she felt about other men had made him feel guilty or pressured. Raising a trembling hand, Kyria threaded his fingers through his silky hair, whispering, “I’m sorry, Malik.”
“As I am.” His head lifted. “Because I had promised myself to give you time and space...”
Her eyes flew wide open at the savage look in his eyes. That was definitely not the look of a man who was guilty or pressured. Rather, that was the look of a man who wanted...her.
“I wanted to give you a chance to think this through,” Malik growled. “But after what you said—-” The sheikh gripped her by the hair. “Fuck that.”
His mouth covered hers.
And the weird things that she used to have fantasies and nightmares about...became reality.
Her eyelids swept closed.
Their first kiss.
His lips prodded hers to open, and her arms went up to wrap around his neck just as his tongue slid inside her mouth.
“Kyria.” Her name on his lips was a rough rasp, but it was also the most sweetly arousing sound, and she found herself arching against him with a moan.
“Aira.” Fuck.
The kiss deepened, and he began sucking on her tongue hard. She gasped for breath, but he only let up for the last second, leaving her to stare up at him dazedly while the erotic sound of their panting filled his room.
“More?” he asked hoarsely.
Oh.
Her heart ached when she realized that he was deliberately controlling himself, fearful of frightening or overwhelming her.
She gave him a small nod.
“More.”
And his mouth went back to hers, the kiss even rougher and hungrier this time, and her body began to writhe under his. Her nails raked his back, her legs snaking restlessly against his muscular thighs.
“More.”
His hands slid between their bodies, his fingers swiftly reaching for the hem of her nightdress before whipping it out of the way.
“More.” The word coming out a whimper just as he found the front clasp of her bra—-
“More.” She found herself begging him, desire shredding her inhibitions into pieces until all she could do was breathe and pant for his touch.
Her bra fell to the floor, followed by her panties, but before her passion-clouded mind could take in her sudden nakedness, his mouth had latched on to her nipple and thinking once again became an impossible feat.
Her fingers clutched his shoulders as he squeezed her breasts while suckling harder on her nipples.
Her head fell back.
His mouth moved down.
“Malik...”
And this time, she no longer cared whether the name she was calling out belonged to a man who was her brother in other people’s eyes.
“Malik...”
His mouth found that tiny sensitive flesh hidden under her folds.
And once again, he began to suck.
Her body arched.
“Malik!” A scream. “Oh, Malik.” A shuddering moan. “More.” And lastly, a choked whimper as his mouth destroyed her from below, and her body began to thrash in wild abandon. Orgasm struck like a tidal wave, and all she could do was moan and hold on to him as pleasure threatened to sweep her away.
Later, much, much later, Kyria was only drowsily aware as Malik lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the tub. He washed her with such brisk but gentle efficiency that it was already over before she had enough functioning brain cells to feel embarrassed about the entire process.
When they returned to the bedroom, her last thought was that it wasn’t her room that they had returned to but theirs. She wanted to protest. She tried to protest. But then Malik was kissing her so expertly, and the timbre of his voice so wonderfully soothing as he told her to sleep...
Her eyelids drifted shut.