Sheikh's Unlikely Desire by Sophia Lynn Page B

aching slowness, keeping those extraordinary eyes fixed on her the whole time. He revealed his gorgeous skin inch by inch, and she took it all in, from the breadth of his shoulders to the slimness of his hips to the darkness of his nipples and the erection that told her how honest his desire for her was.
    When he was as naked as she was, he crawled onto the bed with her, kneeling right between her spread legs. She whined when he ran the prickly ticklishness of his beard over her soft skin, but then he was moving upward again, reclaiming that beautifully sensitive flesh that he had wanted before.
    Leah started to squirm again almost immediately. She couldn't resist his onslaught. She couldn’t curl up in on herself, she couldn't close her legs, she couldn't even push him away. Instead, she had to be entirely open to him as he forced this pleasure on her. She had to feel every tremor of need as it ran through her body.
    In less time than she would have believed, she was arching up into his mouth, rocking back and forth in need and want.
    “Please, please, please...!” she cried out. Her eyes were shut tight as if by doing so, she could protect herself from how this all felt.
    His only response was a deep growl that she could feel shaking her frame, and that was what it took to tip her over the edge. Her body was filled with light and heat; the only thing that kept her tethered to the earth were the bindings that held her open for him. She knew that in her need, she had shouted his name, and there was never a name sweeter on her bitten lips.
    She was coming down from her climax when she realized that he hadn't stopped touching her. At the apex of her climax, he had pulled back, but now he was kissing his way up her inner thigh again, lightly caressing the tender, sensitive flesh with just his tongue again.
    “Oh... oh, Zayn, oh my god...”
    She would have said that she was too sensitive to come again, that even the gentle brush of his tongue and the whisper of his lips and his beard would have brought her pain. If she were anything but entirely subject to his whim, the way that she was that night, she would have protested.
    Instead, she knew that she belonged entirely to him, and she lay spread as he worked over her. He was unfailingly gentle at first, accustoming her to his mouth again. She felt her the wary edginess of her own body start to relax, and then she felt something she would have thought was impossible. She felt that gathering of nerves and energy again that told her she was going to climax. Her eyes widened, and she shook in her bonds.
    It should have been impossible, something strange and perhaps even painful, but the steadiness of his tongue and the calm grip of his hands on her thighs kept her grounded enough that pleasure won out at the end.
    He was gentle but he was relentless, and his motions made her shiver all over again.
    “Oh... Oh my god, I can't, I can't!”
    But she could, and when Zayn took her over the top, he didn't stop. As her body shook with the powerful arousal he was making her feel, he continued. This time, he kept the speed and the power of his touch, and he forced her into a third climax as she shouted.
    Bright colors burst in front of her eyes as she wailed, and when he finally pulled back, she was a shuddering mess of bright pleasure that barely seemed real.
    As the pleasure receded, she was aware of how dry her throat was from her shouts. She heard Zayn moving in her bathroom, imagined him splashing water on his face. He came back to her with a glass full of cool water. She needed it badly, but he didn't free her so she could drink it.
    Instead, he took a sip, and then to her surprise, he fed it into her mouth. She swallowed without spilling a drop, looking up at him wide-eyed.
    “This is something we learn in the military in Almira,” he said with a smile. “It is the best way to get water into a hurt comrade without wasting a single bit. I'll admit that I like this better with