Page 49 of The Sheikh's Willing Captive

Paige heard fabric rip and there was sudden coolness at the front of her body. She tugged her head away from his lips and glanced down. The front of her dress had been torn open and her nakedness was fully exposed. She swallowed and glanced at the ravenous expression on Razim's features.

His dark gaze measured her reaction for a moment. Seeing only agreement, Razim released her for a moment and curled his fingers along the front edges of his white shirt.

He tugged, hard and fast, ripping open the shirt. Paigestared, mouth open, at the sight of Razim's powerfully muscled chest and abdomen. A thick layer of dark hair covered his chest. He drew in a deep breath and threw the torn shirt down onto the sand.

His chest was completely exposed now. The sight of his powerful maleness made her chest tighten. His gaze took in the sight of her own nakedness. His jaw tightened visibly, and his brows became deep appreciative ridges.

Suddenly he crashed down onto his knees and enclosed her hips in his firm grasp. He leaned his head forward and began to lavish kisses on her naked belly. She groaned when she felt his tongue trace a line across her soft middle. Pleasure spasmed up her body as he tasted her flesh.

Paige reached down and took hold of his dark hair. She knew it was impossible to stop him. But, she didn't want to stop him. She wanted him to continue tracing lines of pleasure across her skin. Every movement triggered sensations she'd never thought possible.

Her core was warm and becoming ready for him. Somewhere in her mind, amongst all the pleasure, she told herself that she wanted him. And that, if she submitted to him, if she allowed him to claim her as only he could, she would accept the consequences.

No matter what they were. It was what she wanted. What she had always wanted since the first day she'd known him. Since the last time they'd made love in this place.

Because, in spite of all the disagreements, Paige knew that this was the man who would make her feel like no other man could.

Paige shifted slightly when she felt Razim's head move to the sides of her hips. He planted gentle kisses on her skin. Each time he did so, a delicious tingle flared through her body. But still he hadn't gone anywhere near her core. Was he so determined to drive her crazy? Tempting her to the limit of her endurance?

An ache started to pulse at her core. She wanted him to touch her there, just as he'd done in the palace garden. But, moment after moment, he refused to do so. Impatience welled up within her as he continued to kiss her flesh everywhere except at her core.

As if sensing her impatience, Razim rose quickly, faced her and scooped her up in his arms. Her legs dangled in the air. For a moment she was sure he was going to take her back to the tent. But, instead he laid her gently down on the rug in front of the fire.

Where they had lain a year before.

Paige felt the harshness of the rug against her back as she lay there, looking up at Razim. Somehow it didn't matter to her any longer that her nakedness completely exposed to him. They both knew each other's bodies. But the familiarity didn't lessen the strength of the need.

Paige felt her mouth open as she watched Razim shift himself out of his dark pants. Within moments he was standing, feet planted in the sand, completely naked.

Seeing the thick length of his firmness, she drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic hammering of her heart. He looked incredibly powerful, his naked body silhouetted against the dark, starry sky. The soft glow from the fireplace cast a red glow across his skin.

Then he kneeled down and slid his body alongside hers. Feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, made sensation tingle in every one of her nerves.

Razim enfolded her in a tight embrace, drawing her soft body against his hardness. He kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue. Pleasure flared through her body, making her core even more ready for him.

For a long while he kissed her body, tracing lines of ecstasy across her skin. She gasped repeatedly, hardly able to control herself.

Then, impatiently, he shifted, poised above her, looking down at her. She knew what he wanted and it was exactly what she herself needed. The moment of questioning changed into one of mutual need.

He lowered himself down onto her. She felt his chest against her breasts, the harshness of his hair against her soft skin. She shifted, opening herself up to him. Thenshe felt his thickness pressing at her core.

Paige knew she was ready. She would always be ready for Razim. Destiny had brought them here and she was about to be delivered to a future that had been fated from the start.

Razim's features were dark with fierce need. He gazed into her eyes as he thrust into her. She groaned as she felt herself tighten around him. His brows furrowed with ecstasy as he pressed himself deeper into her.

Then he started to thrust, slowly at first. With each thrust he pressed himself against her mound. That sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. That made her gasp loudly, her voice echoing out to the desert.

Paige curled her legs around him, trying to draw him as close as possible to her. She needed all of him. Wanted all of him inside her.

Spasms of ecstasy swept through her. Nerves flamed into life with every thrust. He groaned, a feral, deep sound that vibrated into her being.

Paige wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he claimed her over and over with every one of his powerful, desperate thrusts. It was as if an animal ferocity had been let loose.

In him. And in herself.

Somewhere deep inside herself, a voice cried out that this was where she belonged. Joined to Razim.

His firmness filled her, pushing into her.

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