Page 19 of Sheikh's Quarantine Triplet Baby Daughters

The kiss was kind and sweet, but it was also heating up by the moment. The passion between them had never died out – it had only been banked, and now they had revealed it to the open air, it blazed up with power.

It was only when they stopped for breath that Samyar looked at her, his pupils blown so large that there was only a thin ring of gold around the blackness.

"Darling... darling, are you sure?" he asked, and Diane laughed.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," she said, and then she gasped as he scooped her up in his arms.

He had always been terrifically strong, but somehow she had forgotten that he was fast and careful. One moment she was sitting on the couch, and the next she was simply caught up and pressed against his chest, his mouth on hers again.

She didn't hesitate before throwing her arms around him and clinging on with all of her strength. He felt good, he felt so good, and in that moment, it felt as if he couldn't deny her anything.

He carried her to the bedroom, and when he laid her on the bed, he came down with her, kissing her again over and over again.

"Tell me what you want."

"You," she said, and she could pretend it was just about bodies and kisses and heat and passion. In this moment, she didn't have to think about her heart or what it meant to be in the bed of the King of Alraed again.

He laughed, a sound so dark and velvety it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"How?" he pressed. "What do you need from me, Diane? Do you want me to bend you over and take you fast? Do you need me to use my mouth on you until you're desperate for it and draw it out until you beg?"

He could do those things, she knew it, and right now, Diane was startled and in wonder of it all. She felt as if there was too much there, and she simply could not decide.

"How have you imagined me?" she asked, and she wondered if she was asking for trouble. "How did you think of me while I was gone?"

Something flickered over Samyar's face, there and gone too fast for her to figure it out, and then he smiled at her, his teeth white in his dark face.

"Remember that you were the one who asked for this," he said, his voice a low and almost menacing promise.

Before Diane could respond, he was reaching for her clothes. He was careful, not tearing anything, certainly not hurting her, but there was something about him that would not be refused. Perhaps in another time, she might have been put off by his single-minded dedication to the task, as if he was unwrapping a present that had nothing to do with her, but right now, it lit a fire inside her.

"You're very beautiful," he said once she was naked. "You're a wonderful woman, inside and out in and every way that has ever mattered to me, but you are so beautiful it makes me ache when I think of you. When you are gone, I think about you far more often than I should, and when I think of you, I imagine that you are utterly mine."

The glance he swept up and down her naked body was one of pure possession. When Diane started to cover herself, he made a reprimanding sound, pulling her hands up and pinning them above her head.

"Now, it does not please me to think that you would deny me my pleasure," he said teasingly. "If I want to see you, you will allow me.. Or do I need to tie you down?"

Diane whimpered at that, and suddenly, she almost wanted him to do so. The idea of being pinned for his pleasure, of not being able to protect herself at all as he did and looked at whatever he wanted ...

But right now, Diane realized, she wanted to be held and cherished, not to fight, and wide-eyed, she nodded. Samyar rewarded her with a deep kiss, one that went on until she was groaning with need.

"Very good," he whispered, his breath brushing over her lips, and his voice rich with promise. "That is what I want."

He stood and stripped, and as he did, Diane looked in wonder at his body. He was strong and handsome, exactly what she had always wanted, but there was something careless about it.

Oh, that's it, he doesn't care who's looking. It's good if I think he's handsome, but it doesn't matter because he's going to do what he wants regardless of what I think...

The thought sent a low bolt of heat to her even as she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt how very safe she was in this game. She knew that if she needed him to stop or to pause or even to change what the game was, he would. He was Samyar, and some things about him would never change. She was safe, and so she was free to let go.

Samyar came back to the bed and ran a possessive hand from her shoulder down to her thigh.

"You are so gorgeous, sweetheart," he murmured. "I think I might want to keep you exactly like this, in bed, naked, and waiting for me. Then whenever I wanted, I could come and do this..."

Diane gasped and then whimpered as Samyar's mouth covered her nipple, licking and sucking until the point was hard. As he gave the other one the same treatment, he cupped his hand between her legs with a needy boldness, massaging her mons and pressing her sensitive flesh. It was a double assault, and he didn't let up, pressing gentle bites to the curves of her breasts, just hard enough to make her cry out at the sensation, too light to cause anything like real pain. He knew her body so well, and now he used that knowledge to his best advantage, driving her wild until her heels dug into the mattress and she thrust up against his hand, moaning.

She didn't realize that she was crying out for more until he pulled back, a pleased smile on his lips and his eyes wild.

"More? My sweetheart wants more? I think I want to see how she might earn it."

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