The Sheikh's Destiny by Olivia Gates Page A

where the scar ended over his heart.
    At the very tip, she slipped her tongue out to taste it and him. The voltage coursing through him almost electrocuted her.
    She raised her gaze, panting. “How does that feel, Rashid?”
    His face looked like a force of nature roused. His voice did sound like muted thunder when he answered. “Your every touch, your every breath triggers everything I can feel at once. It’s as if every sensation is amplified within the scar’s confines only to shoot out to my every nerve ending.”
    Her hands stilled over the scar’s tip as she wet lips so dry she felt they’d crack. “Sounds...distressing.”
    He followed her tongue’s movements, something deliciously scary smoldering in his eyes. “It is. Overwhelmingly so. It’s pleasurable to the point of pain. And arousing to beyond madness.”
    His fingers were suddenly digging into her hair, twisting into her long tresses, tilting her face up to his. Her lips opened on a gasp of shock and pleasure at the spikes that shot from every hair to her toes, pooling in between in her core in a heavy, liquid throb.
    She swayed into him, feeling the sensual whirlpool he generated tugging her under. At the touch of her length against his, his steady grip trembled once before firming again.
    Holding her eyes, he singed her with intensity. “Is this what you want me to feel, princess? Is this what you want me to do?”
    And his lips crashed over hers.
    At the impact of his passion, a cry burst from her, laden with surprise, relief, delight and a dozen other emotions. He swallowed it, poured his own groans into her. Her lips opened wider, begging for more of his taste and ferocity.
    She needed this kiss, this man she’d been waiting for all her life, more than she needed her next breath.
    “Is this what you want?” He tore his lips away from hers to growl against her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, roaming over her with demand, owning her. At her frantic nod, he swept up the sweatshirt he’d loaned her, cupped her buttocks in the warmth of his large, calloused hands. Pressing her against the wall, he opened her thighs, grinding against her core with the massive hardness his pants barely contained. “Is this what you’ve been after as you pushed me and pulled at me and exposed me to your inexorable temptation? Do you want me to lose every shred of restraint, every spark of sanity and devour you whole?”
    He accentuated his last words by thrusting against her in an explicit mimicking of possession. She could only moan her consent, going limp in his arms.
    “Be absolutely sure it’s what you want, princess. I would have taken nothing, but if you say yes, I’ll take it all.”
    Was he trying to scare her off? For her own good?
    She had to convince him her only “good” was to be with him.
    She struggled to wrap her legs around his hips, but was quaking so much, her legs slipped off him. She moaned in thankfulness when he scooped them up and held them around him.
    Her hands trembled over his head as she transmitted her conviction into his eyes. “I am an all-or-nothing kind of person myself. And make no mistake, Rashid, I want it all with you.”
    He pressed harder into her, as if testing her claims. “ You make no mistake, give me one more intimacy and I’ll take everything you have. Everything, princess.”
    The misguided man still thought the idea of his ravishing her could scare her away.
    She decided to stoke all that ferocity higher. “You mean if at any point I say stop, you won’t?”
    His eyes blazed in imperious confidence. “You will not want me to stop.”
    She dragged his head down to hers, opened her lips over his scar, grazed it with her teeth. “Yet here I am still trying to convince you to start—”
    She trailed off on a yelp. In another of those magical moves, he swept her up in his arms.
    She snuggled against his muscled shoulder, soaking up the momentous feeling. He was striding across his domain, taking her to where