Sheikh's Ex-Girlfriend (Khayyam Sheikh Series #1) by Sophia Lynn Page B

herself along his body, but she was slowly growing so desperate that she couldn't bring herself to care. He just felt so good pressed against her body, all of him did. He was built so differently from her, and all of it only seemed to enhance her pleasure and how much she wanted him.
    He kissed her again, and this time she could feel how much he wanted her. There was something desperate about this kiss, something that told her that he wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer. She drew his tongue between her lips, sucking on it desperately before he pulled away.
    “I want you,” she gasped. “Please, I need you, don't deny us any longer …”
    It was as if she had waved a red flag in front of a bull. He went from the picture of teasing control to a man on the verge of desperation. She thought then that he would untie her, but instead he only rose and crossed over to the nightstand, where she had left condoms plainly in view. After he sheathed himself, he came back to her, and the look on his face made her shudder with need.
    “Are you ready?” he asked. “I need you so much, Ella …”
    “I am, just please … now, please!”
    He came over her like a storm over the desert, and for a moment, the past hung between them. He had done something like this before, she remembered this. Then his weight was pressing down on her and it mattered far less than how good he felt now. He reached between her legs, and he stroked her slit twice. She was wet, and his fingers opened her. She could feel the blunt head of his member poised at her entrance, and then he was pressing deep inside her with a single stroke.
     She cried out, and for a moment he paused.
    “Are you all right?” he asked tersely.
    She caught her breath, making herself nod before she could speak. “Yes, yes, you didn't hurt me, only please don't stop!”
    She caught a glimpse of his wolfish grin before he dropped his lips to her ear. She whined as he traced the lobe with the tip of his tongue.
    “Remember, you said that.”
    He pulled back until he was almost out of her, and then he pressed himself back in to the hilt. She groaned from how full she was with him, and when he started moving, she began fighting her bonds in earnest. He had tied her well, and she could not grab at his broad shoulders, and she could not wrap her legs around his waist.
    Instead, she was bound so tight that all that she could do was feel the things he was doing to her. She could feel the weight of his body on her, the way he filled her up, the way his body pressed against her clit, sending deep shock waves of sensation through her. If she had thought that she was desperate before, it was nothing compared to what she felt now.
    In a matter of seconds, she could feel her orgasm rising up inside her. There was the pressure and the heat gathered low in her belly, there was the need for him that never seemed to go away.
    “Come,” he growled hoarsely. “I want you to come. I want you to love this, to think that you can never be without it.”
    Something about the need and the greed in his words struck a deep chord in her. She lifted her hips a little, and then he struck the perfect spot. With a single stroke of his body, she was sent flying over the edge, her eyes closing tight as her head tipped back in a wild shout. She felt him grasp her hair tight in his hands, thrusting into her one more time as he growled deep in his throat.
    She could feel the pleasure flowing between them, both of them feeling it more intensely because of the other. She was nothing but sensation held to earth by four scarves, four posts, and the weight of the man that she loved on top of her. She wanted to keep on flying like that forever, but slowly, the sensations ebbed, leaving her spent and panting in her bonds.
    Somehow, Nasim was still supporting his weight on his elbows, but otherwise, he was shaking with his own release. It took several long moments before he pulled away gently, dropping a tender kiss