Sheikh's Blackmailed Love by Sophia Lynn Read Free Book Online Page A

kissing him and touching him, felt immensely flighty, immensely risky. It felt as if she were falling through thin air, trusting that there would be a net at the bottom to catch her.
    It felt like the most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her life.
    When she kissed Dario, she could feel the need in his own body rising to meet hers. They had both been hungry for so long, they couldn’t resist any longer.
    For a moment, when she stood naked in front of him, she hesitated. With her brown hair and slender figure, she knew that she was certainly no match for the beauties that the sheikh of Jabal could have with a snap of his fingers. Suddenly, though she desired him no less, she wanted to crawl into the pallet and shut her eyes.
    Dario was having none of that. With gentle but firm hands, he drew her arms away.
    “You are a beautiful woman,” he said softly. “Why so shy now? Where’s the fiery girl who shouted at me as soon as I brought her to this camp?”
    She laughed a little self-consciously.
    “That was something else,” she said. “This is me. Men have said before that I’m… too skinny, not womanly…”
    “Then they were idiots who did not know how lucky they were to be where I am right now,” Dario said fiercely. “Your lovers should have cherished every moment they spent with you, should have told you that the very roses of paradise bloomed on your lips…”
    The poetry of his words made her sigh, but then he picked her up, taking her to the pallet. From their earlier vigor, she had thought they would simply fall on each other like wild animals, but at the moment, their passion seemed banked, though certainly not doused.
    “You are a woman who deserves to be worshiped,” he said softly. “You deserve to have every part of you kissed… caressed, set on fire…”
    He lay her on her back, holding her in place when she would have curled up to protect herself. Now she could see that he was studying her, watching her with the intent gaze of a hunting eagle. She would have been embarrassed, even humiliated, if he hadn’t been so obviously aroused by her body.
    “You are a prize,” he said finally. “In the ancient days of Jabal, the tribal leaders who would eventually become the beys and the sheikhs took their wives from the neighboring kingdoms. They rode into the villages under the cover of darkness, and they sought only the most beautiful to be their brides.”
    “Would they ride them down until they were tired and sweep them up on their horses?” Bailey asked with a slight smile, remembering how he had plucked her up so easily.
    His answer was a sharp white grin.
    “That was one way. Perhaps I would have found you by the river, washing your clothes, or perhaps merely swimming because of the heat. You wouldn’t have been allowed on your own, but perhaps the water was too cool, too beautiful.”
    “You would have pulled me naked from the river like a fish?”
    “No… I think I might have gone to wait for you where you left your clothes,” he said, his voice low and nearly hypnotic. “I would have watched you from the trees as you came out of the water, every part of you gleaming.”
    She shivered a little to think of it. She would have been overcome with temptation for the bright, cool water, but when she climbed out, there would have been a desert raider watching her from the dimness of the tree line, his eyes trained on her wet and naked body.
    “Would you have taken me right then and there?” she asked, dragging her hand down his chest. She stopped just shy of his heavy erection, gratified to hear him pull his breath in. When she ghosted her palm over his cock, he groaned.
    “No,” he said. “Not right then. We would still be in the open, where anyone might have seen and stopped us. Instead, I would ride to you and take you with me. I would wrap you in my indigo cloak, and we would travel together into the mountains that were my home.
    “Then, at night, in a cave that was lit