Page 24 of The Sheikh's Willing Captive

For a moment, she wondered what he meant. Was he talking about right now, or about tomorrow?

She smiled, feeling sensation quiver through her entire being. This close, barely a couple of feet away from Razim, she felt the energy between them. It seemed to tingle with electric promise.

He gazed into her eyes and that just made things worse. She knew she should stand, that she should race back to the palace as fast as she could. But, for some reason, she was transfixed, completely mesmerize by Razim's intensity. By his contained need.

A noise from the garden caught her attention, and she looked away from him. Probably and animal or a bird, she told herself.

Then she turned back to face Razim and saw that he was right next to her. She opened her mouth, thinking she should object, but no words came out of her mouth.

Razim's gaze dropped to her mouth and she saw him smile appreciatively.

They didn't have to say anything to each other. She knew that words were unnecessary. They'd been dancing around each other since the moment she'd stepped onto his plane in New York.

Razim shifted even closer. Now he close enough to reach out and touch her.

And he did.

He swept her into his arms and his head dipped. His lips claimed her mouth. She gasped, shocked at the suddenness of his movement. But she also had to admit to herself that she was relieved. Tension drained out of her body, replaced by an exquisite pleasure. She felt the strength of his muscles, the sheer power of his desire.

His tongue probed her mouth, seeking pleasure and firing up ecstasy in her body. She groaned and that sound just seemed to make his desire even more urgent.

Razim shifted, his hands caressing the side of her face, while he continued to lavish kisses on her mouth. She felt the roughness of his skin against her skin as he traced a line down the length of her neck.

His hand reached her breasts and his cupped hand held her tenderly. She felt her nipples peak instantly. His thumb pressed against her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped and shifted impatiently closer to him. He reacted to her movement by lowering his head and tracing his tongue down the length of her neck. She leaned her head back, and lifted her eyes to the roof of the folly.

Pleasure swept through her as his expert mouth triggered sensations she'd almost forgotten about. Memories of nights in his bed flashed into her mind. This was what it meant to be with the powerful sheikh. This was the kind of pleasure he could bring to her.

Surely leaving this pleasure behind had been simply crazy, she told herself. How could she even think about turning her back on this?

Suddenly and shockingly, Razim shifted down onto the floor on his knees. She looked down. He eased her legs apart and gazed up at her. She could see the desire written on his face. His eyes were dark with need.

Paige knew what he was going to do to her.He slid his hands slowly up the length of her inner thighs, shifting the dress away. And then his fingertips reached her core. He eased her panties aside, almost casually, almost as if he thought he had every right to do so. And, of course, he did have, she told herself. She wasn't about to deny herself the pleasure she knew he was capable of giving her.

Her mind became a delicious, wonderful blank as she felt his fingers ease to her core. Sensation flared through her body. His fingers parted her folds, and his thumb found her most sensitive area. She gasped and her legs shifted abruptly but, using gentle force, he kept her knees apart. He knew what he wanted, she said to herself. And nothing was going to stop him giving her pleasure.

His thumb started to make exquisite circles around her nub. She grasped his arm and groaned as ecstasy flamed through her.

He wouldn't be stopped.

His fingers worked delicately around her most sensitive area. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through her. Every one of her muscles shook and she tried to hold onto her sanity as the pleasure took hold of her.

She felt Razim's lips on her inner thigh, his tongue tracing a line along her soft flesh. He worked his mouth from one of her thighs to the other. It was almost as if he was feasting on her flesh. Tasting her. Enjoying her.

Then she felt his lips leave her flesh. One final time she glanced down at Razim and saw his steady gaze, full of affection, full of desire as he gave her wave after wave of delight.

Razim rose up, and settled himself over her body. His lips crashed down on her mouth, his tongue eager and hungry for pleasure. His breath was fast and warm. The weight of his body made her feel as if he'd taken possession of her. And in a sense he had. He already knew all the ways to make her feel ecstasy.

The combination of his kisses and the gentle movements of his hand across her core produced almost unbelievable pleasure. He obviously wasn't going to stop until he'd sent her over the edge.

And then she felt the wave sweeping toward her, the wave that would send her tumbling over the edge of the precipice. She slid her hands up his back, feeling the muscles, feeling the tightness of his desire. She dug her fingers into his taut muscles and he stiffened. She needed to hold onto him; needed to have something to stop her from falling.

But it was already too late for that, she told herself as the wave rushed toward her.

Then her climax overtook her. A huge wave of pleasure and absolute ecstasy claimed her. She cried out, holding onto him. He leaned closer, taking hold of her, embracing her as the climax swept through her. He lavished even more kisses on her neck and her cheeks. He held her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

Her entire body quivered and then, slowly, gradually, she came back to him, back to the reality of where she was. Back to the truth of being with him.

This was what he was capable of doing to her. This was how he could make her feel.

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