Page 11 of Her Desert King

For one second, Harper was merely stiff and unresponsive in her shock, but as the sheikh’s lips continued to move over hers coaxingly, heat started to slither into her system, loosening her limbs and making her lips slowly move on its own accord.

Khalil struggled to keep his passion in check as he sucked on Harper’s lower lip. Hisqalifakissed like an unqualified innocent, seemingly untutored in any way in the art of seduction. Could it be that he was her first kiss? He would not want her less if it wasn’t, but if he was—-

His blood surged more hotly for her, his lust spiraling out of the control, and as he wrapped an arm around her waist to haul her closer to his body, his other hand went up, and she let out the sexiest little whimper as he gripped her hair.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

And her sweet rosy lips parted.

He kissed her deeper, sucking on her tongue hungrily, and she gasped and whimpered, her body pressing harder against his chest. Her breasts started to rub against him, inciting his passion, and he kissed her harder. Her nipples pebbled, and he could no longer help himself, his hand moving from her waist to cup her breast.

She stiffened against him, but he continued to fondle and squeeze the sweet, full globe of flesh until her body sagged and a moan slipped past her lips. The sound was too enticing, spurring him to kiss her with greater hunger, his tongue mating aggressively with hers.

“Suck my tongue, qalifa,” he ordered hoarsely.

He felt her hesitate, clearly out of shyness, and ah, how it made him want to devour her. A moment later, she was doing as he asked, and it was heaven and hell. She was naturally good at it, but because she was so good, it made him want to forget everything and simply fuck her then and there.

His hand fisted her hair as she sucked at his tongue eagerly, and he toyed with her nipple, pinching and plucking it, while he began to rub his bulging erection against her pussy.

Just one more second—-

One more second to enjoy this incredible pleasure—-

And then he forced himself to pull away, lifting his head, his breathing harsh as he looked down at her. Her green eyes were dazed, and she was panting, and ah, the look and sound of her made his body clench tightly with need.

“You’re mine now.”

The sheikh’s harshly spoken words left Harper feeling even more befuddled. “I d-don’t understand,” she stammered. What did he mean? Was that sheikh speak for asking her out on a date?

“You. Are. Mine.” The sheikh punctuated the words with a short hard kiss that nevertheless left her toes curling and her head reeling. When he pulled away, her body silently protested, her lips trembling in aching need for more of his kisses. His hands slowly moved down the curves of her body, his touch possessive, and she shuddered and bit back a whimper.

His eyes darkened. “Don’t control it,” he rasped. “I want to hear your desire for me.” His hands went back to her breasts, squeezing them hard, and even as her cheeks turned pink at what she was about to do, she still let it out, a tiny whimper of desire—-

“Nem.” Yes.His eyes gleamed like a satisfied master, and even though she knew she should hate it – she didn’t.

And then he was kissing her again, at the same time reversing their positions on the couch. She suddenly found herself underneath him, the sheikh gently pushing her down to her back without breaking their kiss.

Again, the same thoughts fleeted in her mind—-

Was this really happening? Why was this happening? Was she really letting this happen?

But these thoughts were like the softest of clouds, barely making any impression on her passion-clouded senses. And when he joined her on the couch, her arms instinctively looped around his neck, the weight of his body deliciously heavy and powerful—-

“No need to formally announce me,” they both heard a dark drawl from the outside. “I’ll simply barge in like usual.” The doors opened soon after, leaving Harper frozen in shock under the sheikh as she found herself staring straight into the surprised eyes of Khalil’s cousin, Tarif.

“Lueta,”Khalil cursed in a growl.

A moment later, and Harper was shoving the sheikh off her with a mortified gasp. Reality had settled in with a sickening crash, and she was aghast at how far she had let things go between them.

“Apologies,anisdi.” Tarif had the grace to look discomfited as Harper hurriedly tried to button her blouse with clumsy fingers.

“Let me.” Khalil’s voice was gentle but his touch was firm as he peeled her fingers away and replaced them with his own. Harper stood stiffly, feeling even more humiliated when he made short work of her buttons. It just showed how little affected he was by what happened, while she on the other hand—-

Despair tightened in her throat.Stupid. God, she was so stupid. Why had she let him kiss and touch her so?

As soon as the sheikh finished with the last button of her blouse, she quickly walked away, head held high even though she couldn’t quite meet the other sheikh’s gaze.

She wasnever,never coming back to Ramil again.

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