Page 25 of Sheikh's Quarantine Triplet Baby Daughters

A soft scuff of Samyar's foot told Diane that he was circling her in the shadows, and her heart beat faster. She couldn't control how he was looking at her. All she could do was stand and hope she was enough.

"I love looking at you," Samyar murmured. "I love the sight of you. Your body's changed over the time I've known you, even in these last few weeks I think, but it is always so beautiful to me. I have a feeling that this is something that is never going to change."

The words, she realized, were real. The rest of it was for fun, but those words were for real, and they warmed her.

She jumped when Samyar padded forward quietly to run a speculative hand down her back. It was a warm touch, but there was something commanding about it. He was touching her because he wanted to. It was good that she enjoyed it, but that wasn't the most important thing. She stayed silent, barely daring to breath as his hands ran over her body, down her arms and down again over the curves of her hips.

She gasped when he squeezed her hips and her lush thighs, and then with the same curious touch, he reached in front of her to cup her breasts. Now he was closer, and she could feel the brush of his clothes and the chilly hints of his buttons against her back. The difference, him clothed and her naked, made her positively lightheaded with need and with lust, and from Samyar's soft chuckle, she could tell that he felt it.

"You're incredible," he said. "I could do this all day and all night with you, simply explore you, touch you, do whatever I wanted."

Diane let her eyes drift closed, but she didn't lean back against him. She didn't quite dare. Instead she simply arched her back slightly, letting him hold her heavy breasts. His clever fingers plucked at her nipples until they stood out hard and proud, and she gasped when he traced the sharp edges of his nails over them.

"Oh, I like the sounds you make," he murmured admiringly. "So surprised and yet still so welcoming. Would you let me do that if there were other men in the darkness? Sometimes I might want to show off what was mine, let them envy me, let them want you."

A small cry escaped Diane's lips, because with her eyes closed, it became so much more real, didn't it? She could feel the men in the darkness, the ones who watched Samyar's hands on her body, who wanted what he possessed, and there was no doubt about it, she was absolutely what he possessed.

"I'm not sure I could stand it, though," Samyar said thoughtfully, his hands still invading her body in the most intriguing of ways. "I have always been a man who liked to keep what was mine to myself. No, I think I might rather lock you away, so that I was the only one who saw you. So I could keep all of this beauty and all of this sensuality to myself."

She groaned at that, and she could practically feel Samyar smiling behind her.

"Oh yes, that was the sound I wanted to hear."

She almost turned to throw herself in his arms, because yes, she wanted him satisfied with her, she wanted to belong to him if only in this moment.

Instead his hand came up to knot in her loose hair. His touch was not painful, but there was a firmness to the way he took hold of her, and he urged her to walk in front of him. She had no choice but to walk in the direction that he demanded, and she continued until she reached the cushioned seat directly in front of her. Even then he didn't stop until she was kneeling on the cushion, her elbows leaned on the back. The seat was narrow enough that Samyar could stand behind her, and she blushed at what a picture she must make for him, turned away and presenting herself.

"That's beautiful," he said, almost as if he could read her thoughts. "That's perfect. Now let's see how you feel about that."

He reached down to part her legs, and she almost swooned at the way he did it. There was nothing rough or crude, but it was utterly commanding, as if he had every right in the world, and she moved as he demanded, spreading her knees on the cushion underneath so he could reach what he wanted.

His large warm hand cupped her mons, squeezing the flesh softly and comfortingly, and then his fingers investigated her thoroughly, starting with the quivering flesh of her clit and traveling back to her damp opening.

"Well, almost," he murmured, and then he pushed two fingers inside her. She realized with a whimper that she was already wet, but she became even more so as he thrust into her with a gentle opening motion.

"I don't want you just ready, I want you desperate," he informed her. "When I take you, I want you on the verge of begging for more. Who knows, but I might want you to beg. Would you do that for me, dearest? Would you beg for the pleasure I can give you, that I am desperate to give you?"

"Yes," she moaned, all dignity forgotten in the way she was thrusting back against his hand. "Yes, please, please Samyar, I want you, I want you to touch me, please."

Samyar uttered a savage sound, and his motions grew faster and harder. She was ready, oh she was so ready, and yes, she was desperate now. He kept her suspended in that desperation until her entire body trembled, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from writhing in his grasp. All she could say was please, and finally, she felt Samyar break.

"God, darling, how can I— I want you so much."

It sounded more like Samyar himself and not the mysterious commander he had played, and his hands landed on her hips. A moment later she felt his hot erection push against the skin of her rear and then it slid down to seek entrance to her body. She wailed at the hard thrust that pushed him inside her, and then they were moving against each other, their voices joined in ecstasy just as their bodies were.

There was nothing careful considered about Samyar's motions now. He was wild and he brought out a wildness in her as well. She braced her arms on the back of the seat and pushed back against him, wailing with the pleasure of their bodies together and the feeling of being freed from everything else in the world.

At some point, his hand came up to tangle in her hair again, and she wailed in pleasure and the need for more. He used her hair to guide her back in time with his body, and all she wanted in the world was to be used to pleasure him and to receive the pleasure that he would give her in return.

She didn't know she was going to climax until her body shook, and then there was no way in the world she could put it off. Her pleasure took her with as little mercy as Samyar had had, and for what felt like a small eternity, she was lost to everything but the heat and desire that made her think she was going to burst.

She came back to earth just as Samyar's thrusts grew more staccato, as his hands on her hips had a more desperate grasp. She knew he was as lost to his pleasure as she was, and she clenched around him, wanting to take him even higher.

Diane knew her small motions had been felt because Samyar growled, thrusting into her even more deeply, and then he was spilling inside her, his fingers digging in so hard that she gasped, and yes, this was the man she wanted, this was the thing she had craved.

"Samyar, Samyar, please," she whimpered. "Please, please..."

Something about the experience left her raw and shaking, and as he pulled out of her carefully, she buried her face in her forearms, shaken and cold.

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