The Sheikh's Impetuous Love-Slave

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Authors: Marguerite Kaye
body was rigid with anticipation, every muscle clenched, tensed, waiting. There was nothing and no one in the world, save this place, this man, this feeling. She was like a bird about to take flight for the first time, clinging to the precipice, prolonging that agonizingly beautiful moment of anticipation, knowing that however hard she clung, she would be forced to jump soon, soon, soon. His mouth on her sex was almost too much. It happened suddenly, his tongue, her cry, the explosion of her climax, as she was flung into the air to soar, wildly soar, clutching handfuls of sand in her fists as he took her higher, and higher again, until she thought she couldn’t go any higher, then his mouth was on her again and she did.
    She cried out. She cried his name. Blindly, as she began to float back down, she sat up, reaching for him, pressing herself to him, when the hard curve of his erection reminded her that it was not yet over. ‘Khalid?’
    She pushed herself invitingly towards him. The tip of his shaft touched the wet folds of her sex, and a shiver of anticipation wracked him.
    â€˜Khalid?’
    He was an honourable man. He was! Though never before had honour had less value. ‘Not—I cannot—we cannot…’ Khalid said through gritted teeth, for she was already touching him, nestling herself closer.
    â€˜Please.’
    By the gods, was there a sterner test? He did not think so. With a moan, he edged away, took her hands, placed them on his shaft, shaking his head at the question in her eyes, encouraging her instead to stroke him. She did, gently, then with growing assurance as she read the pleasure in his face. He held her gaze as she tended to him, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced, the feeling of her hands, the swelling of his erection, the deep, sensual connection of their eyes.
    Knowing and being known. He did not need to possess her for it to be so. The thought flashed into his mind as he came, spilling and pulsing onto her, and he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately, endlessly, wanting, for the moment, nothing more than this.
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    Wordless with bliss, stepping naked together into the highest of the oasis pools, they learned how to speak with their bodies. The moon rose in the sky, the stars seemed to reach down to spread their silver light just for them. Behind them, the ancient city of Persimmanion was a seductive presence. The cool of the water lapped at their heated skin as they sank down into its depths, kissing. They kissed until they fell over, laughing. They stopped laughing as they kissed, and passion reared again. Tumbling from one pool to the next, they stood in the waterfall, still kissing, then licking, rousing each other to new heights as they discovered what this touch did, and what this, and this. Her second climax was more sudden than the first. She clung to him in the spray of the waterfall, pulsing around his hand, slithering down in the aftermath to bring him to his own orgasm with her mouth.
    Afterwards, heavy with satisfaction, they sat wrapped in their cloaks by the light of a campfire and ate hungrily, feeding each other titbits before tumbling, exhausted into each other’s arms.
    When Juliette awoke early the next morning Khalid was kissing her, feathering little kisses onto her brow. She wondered what it would be like, to have him wake up beside her like this every morning, and realized then, just like that, that she was in love. For the first time. For the last time. For the only time.

Chapter 5
    She was in love. The knowledge thrilled her, for she had not thought it possible, nor herself capable. It seemed obvious to her then, that she had been waiting for him all her life. That everything she had ever done, everywhere she had ever been, every scrap of learning she had acquired, all the hardship her nomadic life with Papa had forced her to endure, his ill-fated decision to loot A’Qadiz and even its tragic

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