Page 20 of Sheikh's Quarantine Triplet Baby Daughters

The words were just making sense in her passion-muddled mind when Samyar lay down on the bed and dragged her on top of him to straddle his hips.

"You're so strong," she blurted out, and he laughed.

"I want you very much," Samyar retorted and his large hands landed on her hips, shifting her back.

Diane whimpered at the hard column of his cock pressed up against her slit. They had done this back in Paris, and she shifted to take him inside her. Before she could, however, his hands stilled her.

"I told you, I want to see how much you want it. Sit up."

Biting her lip, almost light-headed with need, Diane did as he said, and she could feel his erection pressed down between them, lining up perfectly with her slit. She blushed because she knew he could feel how wet she was, could smell the earthy scent of her desire.

Now that she was sitting up, he could take in her body at his leisure, the stretch of her torso and the hang of her breasts. She covered herself again, but then she thought with a rush of heat that that wouldn't please him. She wanted to feel good, but she also wanted to please him, and she kept her hands on her thighs.

"Very good," Samyar chuckled. "I want to see you. Why don't you put on a show for me, darling?"

Obediently, she started to rock her hips against his, sending a wave of pleasure through her body where they pressed against each other but were not joined. Her motions were half-tease, half-promise, telling him and showing him what he could have if he only let her take him inside her. She wanted him – couldn't he see how much she wanted him? – and all he had to do was want her too.

Instead, he only looked up at her with eyes stormy with desire, and his hands came up to cup her breasts, came down to smooth long strokes over her thighs and up her arms. Wherever he touched her, he left heat, and whenever she moaned with need, he smiled that devilish smile.

"Oh, you are so beautiful, my darling," he whispered. "You are so perfect, you are so mine, and nothing will change that."

She whimpered, because somehow, she knew in her bones that he was right.

Diane moved over Samyar's body for what felt like forever, the low heat in her belly rising up until she was almost frantic. She knew he wanted her, why didn't he take her, why didn't he—

Suddenly his hands dropped down onto her hips, stilling her with an inexorable strength. When she looked down, gasping, into his face, she realized that for all he had been enjoying her, he had been keeping a rein on his own desires as well, keeping them in check so they could enjoy this.

"Now," he said, his voice barely above a growl. "Now. I want you now."

Catching a groan between her teeth, Diane shifted and with an aching awareness of how wet and needy she was, she slid down onto his cock. God, but he filled her perfectly, and she had wanted him for what felt like forever. He felt good, so very, very good and she thought that she might go insane with it.

She started to move on top of him, but his hands were still on her hips, and Samyar, it seemed, was unwilling to let go of his authority. Instead, his fingers dug into her curves, and he started to lift her up and pull her back down to him again, the gorgeous muscles in his arms flexing. Diane's eyes opened wide at his strength and at the feeling of being emptied and then filled again, and then she lost the ability to think entirely.

It was like being lost at sea, it was like being tossed in a storm. It was like being in the arms of the man she loved best in all the world, and nothing else mattered but simply being with Samyar. This was where she belonged, and she had never thought that she would find it again. If she dug her nails into his chest too hard, if there were tears in her eyes, it didn't matter in the least. All that mattered was the motion of their bodies together, as if he was the water and she was a ship, and Diane sobbed.

The pleasure built up in her, starting low and growing until it consumed every square inch of her skin. It was like a heat that grew inside her, spreading out until all she could do was cry out his name wildly and desperately.

"It's all right, beautiful," he crooned softly. "It's all right. I'm right here. Let it happen. Anything you want. I'll give it to you. I promise, I'll give it to you."

It came to her, briefly but cruelly, that that was a lie. She wanted him, and she knew that she could never have him. Then it was gone in the rushing shimmer of pleasure, and Diane let it go. Right now, she had what she wanted, and there was nothing that she was going to do but take it.

They were lost together in a place where there was nothing but the two of them, and that was exactly what Diane needed. The heat built, she soared with it, and at some point, the intensity grew so great that it consumed her utterly. She went up in an enormous bonfire of sensation, every part of tensing with need and then exploding with desire.

"Samyar, Samyar!" she cried desperately, and he reached up to drag her down to his chest, crushing her in his arms.

"I'm here, Diane, I'm right here, sweetheart," he promised, and then his body was shuddering underneath hers, his mouth sealing tight over hers as they cried out their pleasure together.

It seemed to take forever before their bodies stopped shivering with sensation, and Diane was distantly aware of the fact that Samyar had tumbled her over to her side. Their bodies were still joined in the most intimate of ways, and Samyar's arms around her felt as secure as the walls of the palace itself. As if he would never let her go.

To her horror, Diane felt tears prick at her eyes.

What am I doing? I know that this can't be. I know that this is just... this is just taking our pleasure with each other. This isn't real. This is temporary, and now I have...

Diane had always been a truthful person – she didn't even have much luck lying to herself. She felt as though for the last hour, the only thing she had been thinking about was her own needs, not caring that there were three lives that she was responsible for now.

What if they're girls? she thought, staring at the ceiling. What if they see their mother as someone who will always put her needs first, who doesn't care about what's good for them as long as she has her man, no matter what form that takes?

The answer horrified her, and she pulled back from Samyar, who was still getting his breath.

"Are you all right?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. He brushed her hair back from her forehead, a gesture so fraught with care that it took her breath away.

"I'm... I'm..."

Those traitorous tears threatened again, and Diane sat up to turn around. She didn't want to be the woman who manipulated men with tears either, and she didn't want to hear Samyar's placating tone and to realize that nothing had changed.

"Diane?"

She couldn't take it. With one bound, she was out of bed, and she dashed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

Then, gasping with the strength of emotions that seemed to batter her from every direction, she ended up on the floor with her back to the door, the tears flowing down her face.

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