Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) by Nadia Aidan Read Free Book Online Page A

I had also been very wrong. 
    “I told you that you were naïve, that you had no idea what you were doing.” His hooded gaze was unwavering as he stared at me with darkly possessive eyes, his expression hard and unyielding so that I would know on this point he was deadly serious. “Don’t think because I want you that you have power over me.  In all other matters maybe, but here, Sabeen, in our bed? Never. ”
    That last word came out on a harsh roar, as a violent shudder rocked him signaling he was about to come. Collapsing atop me, he gripped my ass, as he slammed his cock into me once, twice, three more times before he shoved himself in deep and exploded into me. A guttural moan rumbled out of him as he filled me with his seed. 
    It seemed like he came forever, pumping me full of his release until he was spent, and the aftershocks of his climax eventually subsided.  It was a long while before either one of us stirred, but when he did, I could not help but wince when he pulled out of me and stood.  I couldn’t read his shuddered expression as he stared down at my naked body, twisted in the bed sheets, his semen and my blood spilling out from between my bruised thighs.  He scrutinized me for several seconds until I grew so embarrassed that I glanced away.  I vaguely thought I heard him curse before he stalked off to the bathroom.  
    I heard the water running and seconds later he returned holding a wash towel. 
    “Open,” he said when he sat down beside me.
    I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t even look at him, but I did as he instructed.  With a gentleness that was completely at odds with his rough passion only moments before, he eased the ache between my thighs with soothing caresses of the warm towel. 
    When he was done, he set the towel aside and I finally looked at him.  His expression was tender, even as his eyes flashed with the hint of amusement.
    “I can’t believe you’re embarrassed after what we just did,” he remarked, and just as quickly as the laughter had sparked in his gaze, it disappeared. 
    “About that,” he said.  “It was a mi—“
    “If you’re about to say that what we just shared was a mistake— don’t. ”   I knew my eyes flashed angrily at him, reflecting what I now felt. “It wasn’t a mistake, I don’t regret it, and neither do you—”
    “Sabeen—“
    Before he could utter another word of denial that would only serve to ruin the moment, I tangled my fingers in his hair.  Gripping the back of his head, I drew him close and pressed my lips to his.  He didn’t even pretend to resist.  His arms instantly wrapped around me and he pulled me closer, deeper into his embrace until once again I was flat on my back with him on top of me. Although, I’d initiated the kiss, he swiftly took control, his tongue stroking inside my mouth, sliding against mine in an erotic dance that he mimicked with the gentle rocking of his hips.  His dick hardened against my thigh, and I moaned, my body catching fire as my desire began to mount. 
    Our kiss lasted for a few minutes, although it felt like hours, probably because despite what had just happened moments before, this was our first kiss.  We took our time exploring one another, our hands stroking sweat-slick skin, our limbs twisting and twining together.  Slowly, almost reluctantly he lifted his head, separating our lips.  And I whimpered, as I reached for him, but he effectively restrained my arms with his hand.
    “You’re too sore to take me again tonight.”
    I protested, but he silenced me with the shake of his head, the corner of his lips tilting into a small grin.  “Don’t worry, Nala, I plan to kiss it and make it better.”
    I stiffened at the nickname he used for me because he knew I’d forbidden anyone from ever calling me that again, but before I could even get a word out, he was trailing a hot, tingling path of kisses down the length of my body until his lips settled not even an inch from the