Taken by the Desert Sheikh

by Mel Teshco

  She licked her lips, and slid her ravenous glance over his impressive chest. His muscles were chiseled and perfectly defined, like a bronze sculpture.

  The raw truth was she did want him. Was that such a terrible thing, given they were to be married in three days time?

  “I…” The words dried in her throat as he stepped into her room. His feet were bare and he towered over her, an irresistible combination of naked warrior in tailored designer pants, and his evocative cologne teased her senses like a feather light caress.

  He took her hand and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. “Sweet Sofia. You’ve bewitched me. All evening I’ve thought of nothing but you.”

  Her pulses hammered and breath caught in her throat. He was only spinning her a line, trying to lower her defenses. She knew it, and didn’t care. His words were drops of aphrodisiac and she lapped them up.

  “I can’t get you out of my mind, either.” Her words were breathless and she blushed at her daring. Thank goodness the lighting was too dim for him to notice. This marriage might go against everything she believed in, but there was no denying that her body ached for him. With Tariq, she was a more than willing virginal sacrifice.

  He doesn’t know…

  She tensed, suddenly unsure, and her bravado shriveled. Was he expecting her to…do something? If so, what?

  He came closer until there was barely a hairsbreadth between them. “Why do you gaze at me with such trepidation?” There was a faint note of amusement in his voice. “I’m not going to eat you.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear. “Not unless you want me to.”

  Whoa. Instinctively her fingers tightened around his and tingles radiated from her earlobe right to the core of her being and then some. And still her stupid tongue was tied. He’d think she was a complete idiot.

  She hitched in a jagged breath. Speak, damn it.

  “I’m not afraid of you.” She swallowed a groan. Was that the best she could do when a gorgeous, half naked man was flirting with her?

  His smile scrambled whatever was left of her senses. “Good. I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Sofia. I want you trembling with desire in my arms, begging me to take you one more time.”

  His erotic promise was as arousing as the touch of his hand, and wanton images of her submitting to his every command burned through her mind. Her breasts were strangely heavy and between her thighs she was warm and—sweet heavens—wet. She’d never felt anything like it before in her life.

  I want Tariq to touch me there.

  The possessive gleam in his eyes sent shivers of need along her spine. “I never beg.”

  He closed the tiny distance between them, and her erect nipples grazed his chest through her satin nightgown. She stifled a gasp at the contact, and locked her muscles so she didn’t give in to the shocking urge to rub herself over him. Or is that what he expects from me?

  “I can work with that.” His voice was a low growl that vibrated through her blood and caused her skin to prickle with need. “Now answer me. Do you want me?”

  Was he giving her the chance to back away, to make them both wait until their wedding night? Maybe she should wait.

  Except she didn’t want to.

  “Yes.” Instead of sounding sultry and desirable, she sounded like a constipated frog. Thankfully, Tariq didn’t appear to notice.

  “When this night is over, you’ll think of no man but me.”

  She wasn’t sure whether that was a promise or a threat. Part of her wanted to take issue with his autocratic demand, but mostly she just wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and taste his lips again.

  She didn’t quite have the nerve to make the first move, but her tongue clearly didn’t get the memo. Before she could stop herself, the words tumbled from her. “Make me.”

  Chapter Eight

  Tariq’s teeth flashed while in a wolfish grin that stole her breath. “Sweet princess, I’ve every intention of making you mine in every way.”

  He forked his fingers through her hair and held her head in a savage gesture of possession. Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this so much? She didn’t care if it was wrong. She didn’t want him to stop.

  His mouth claimed hers, demanding her surrender. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp and the tip of his tongue slid inside. She clasped his biceps, using his strength to keep her upright, while he plundered her willing mouth.

  Her eyes drifted shut as sensation washed through her. One strong hand held her head in a merciless grip, and his other hand glided along her back and cupped her bottom.

  A low moan echoed through her mind and only when he smiled against her mouth did she realize she was the one who’d made that desperate, needy sound.

  “That’s right, my princess.” His voice was rough, and his impeccable English slipped, revealing an irresistibly erotic accent. “Let me hear your cries of pleasure as I discover your beautiful body.”

  The rock hard muscles of his biceps burned her palms as she clung onto him as though he was her anchor. Did he expect her to reply? She wasn’t sure, but before she could stop herself, the breathless words escaped.

  “I want to discover your beautiful body, too.”

  He didn’t laugh at her untutored attempt to flirt back at him. Instead, his grip on her bottom became brutal, and he harshly tugged her close, so she was completely mashed against him from her nipples to her thighs.

  Oh. My. God.

  A hot, hard shaft pressed against her stomach, leaving her in no doubt that he was more than ready to consummate their union right now. Her startled gaze clashed with his, and his smile turned her knees to jelly.

  “You will, Sofia. That’s a promise.”

  She had no idea what he was talking about. Stealthily she shifted against him, her nipples chafing at the sensuous contact, while her lady parts throbbed with delicious, torturous need.

  His low growl vibrated along her sensitized skin and she shivered as he finally released his grip on her head and hooked his thumb under the wide shoulder ribbon of her nightgown.

  Slowly he slid the material along her arm to her elbow. She held her breath, scarcely daring to move, the touch of his fingers like fire against her skin.

  “Sweetheart.” There was a note of amusement in the passion drenched word. “Release my arm, unless you wish me to rip this negligee from your body.”

  Idiot. She snatched her hands from his biceps so he could continue unhindered, even though a tiny part of her wasn’t sure about the whole standing naked in front of him thing.

  Too late now. Her nightgown slithered to pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her white embroidered French knickers. He drew in a harsh breath, and instinctively she wrapped her arms across her chest, hiding herself from him.

  “Don’t.” It was a command, and he gripped her wrists and laid her bare to his scorching gaze. It was equally thrilling and disconcerting to know her nakedness was the focus of his undivided attention, and she resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together to relieve the pleasurable throb.

  “Tariq,” she whispered, not sure what she wanted to say, but he cut her short with one blazing glance.

  “Turn around.”

  She blinked, uncertain, but as he unshackled her wrists she obediently turned her back on him, before peeking at him over her shoulder. His hot gaze was focused on her behind and wet heat flooded her.

  “I want you naked, Sofia. Now.”

  Another order. Should she enjoy his commands so much? She licked her dry lips and slowly inched her knickers over her hips. Heat streaked through her and it was hard to breathe properly, but the intense expression on Tariq’s face reassured her that he found nothing lacking with her inexperienced strip tease.

  She tore her fascinated gaze from him and focused on the floor as she carefully stepped out of her knickers. She’d die if she fell over. The satin dangled from her finger for a moment before she dropped it onto the carpet. What should I do now?

  “Bend over.” The ho
arse demand sent a wicked shudder between her thighs but…bend over?

  She half turned toward him. “I don’t--?”

  “Bend over and place your hands on the ottoman.”

  Oh, wait…what?

  “I’m waiting, my princess.”

  This was beyond anything she had imagined over the last few hours. Excited quivers danced between her thighs and she slowly did as he bid. How terribly naughty it felt, to display her naked bottom at him.

  She caught a glimpse of him as he tore off his pants, and her nails dug into the velvety ottoman cushions in sudden alarm. Was he going to have sex with her right this minute? Like this? When she couldn’t even see him properly?

  “Uh, Tariq,” she croaked, but before she could straighten his strong hand was between her shoulder blades, and she forgot about moving.

  “You take my breath away.” His seductive whisper caressed her shoulder, and then he branded her with a burning kiss. The heat from his body enveloped her back, but he didn’t wrap himself around her. “I shall claim every silken inch of you before this night is finished.”

  A delicate shudder rippled along her spine and her head fell forward, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. His fingertips skimmed over her shoulders and along her arms, before retracing their path and tracing along her back. She arched, but he still didn’t press himself to her, and she was desperate to feel his heated body against hers.

  His arms slid around her and he cupped her breasts. She gasped as he tweaked her sensitive nipples, and his rigid length branded the small of her back.

  “Do you like how I touch you?” His voice was gruff against her ear. “Can you feel how eager my cock is to claim my reluctant bride?”

  She shuddered as his words scorched into her brain. She’d never dreamed a man would speak to her in such a way, but the fact it was Tariq who did so aroused her beyond all sanity.

  His teeth and tongue trailed an erotic path around her ear. “Have you ever been fucked from behind, Sofia?”

  The coarse words seared her senses and she trembled in reaction. It was impossible to think, but he clearly expected an answer.

  “No.” It was a breathless confession. “Never.” I hope he understands what I mean…

  His growl of satisfaction vibrated through her blood. “Tonight that’s how I’ll fuck your sweet pussy, until you fall apart around my thrusting cock.”

  She was close to falling apart now. “I want to see you,” she gasped, but he didn’t pull her around, or hold her close, or reassure her everything would be fine. Is that what I really want, though?

  “You will.” It sounded like a threat, and she was shocked by how much she loved it. But there was still a shadow of doubt in her mind about this unconventional position.

  “I’d like to see your face the first time we”—she hitched in a jagged breath—“make love.”

  “We’ve all night. I plan on having you more than once this night, my sweet princess.”

  Her eyes closed and she sighed as he teased her breasts before sliding down her body. His hands were everywhere, and his hot kisses burned her back, before he slid his hand between her legs.

  ***

  Tariq glided his finger over Sofia’s wet slit, as her arousal perfumed the air and her silken body drove him out of his mind. She tensed, her muscles going rigid beneath him, and for a fleeting second he feared he’d hurt her.

  But he’d scarcely touched her. An odd tenderness shifted through his chest as he swept his heated gaze over her submissive pose. She was so lovely and ripe. He smoothed his palm over her firm thigh, and circled his finger over her swollen clit.

  I want to see her. To taste her. And he would. Later. But right now he needed to claim her. To fuck her as she had never been fucked before, so that tonight would remain in her mind for all time.

  He eased back just enough so he could see her pretty ass. She wriggled her hips, as though she couldn’t keep still, and her erratic gasps were the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.

  She was so silky soft and wet. He pushed one finger inside her and she tensed up again, almost like she’d never been touched there before.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He abandoned her thigh and wrapped her beautiful dark hair around his fist, pulling her head up. “Does this turn you on, Sofia? Tell me the truth.”

  He’d fucking die if she asked him to stop. Not that he thought she would, as she’d been so eager to obey him, but he needed to know for sure before they went any further.

  “Yes.” She sounded in agony and his smile was one of triumph. He relaxed his grip just enough so she could lower her head again, and using his knee he pushed her thighs wider apart. “Do you want me to fuck your sweet, tight pussy? Tell me.”

  She made a strangled sound in her throat, as if she’d never said such a thing before. Good. The thought was savage. He palmed her ass cheek, so sweetly rounded and perfect for his hand. He’d taken many women like this, but none of them had aroused such a primitive need to thoroughly possess her before.

  It’s because she’s my bride. But somehow it was more than that.

  He shoved the strange notion aside.

  “Yes.” It was a soft whisper and tore through his control like a wildfire.

  He teased her pussy with his fingers, until her erratic breath was all that filled the air. Releasing her hair he gripped her hip, holding her steady as her legs trembled.

  She was so fucking responsive. His cock throbbed and one crazy truth whiplashed through his mind.

  No need to use protection.

  It was electrifying and shoved him to the edge of his control. He gripped his cock and angled himself against her slick crease. Her heat caressed him in a tantalizing foretaste and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  With agonizing restraint he pushed inside her, wanting to savor the sensation of penetrating her for the first time. Riding bareback for the first time ever. Lightning seared his balls. Fuck, she’s tight.

  Sofia stiffened and reared back, and through the pounding of his head he heard her muffled gasp of pain.

  Pain?

  Her pussy clasped him so tight he couldn’t think. Her sweet slit was so hot and wet and fucking amazing. He stilled, denying the imperative to slam into her and hear her screams of mindless pleasure because something wasn’t right.

  “Sofia?” It killed him, standing there with his cock barely inside her and a half formed suspicion swirling through the fog of lust. She said she wasn’t a virgin. He hadn’t thought to dispute it. “Is this your first time?”

  “Yes.” It was a strangled sound and her fingers dug into the cushioned ottoman. “Yes, it is.”

  His bride was a virgin. Primal satisfaction surged through him that Sofia was untouched by any man but him. He brushed her hair from her shoulders and pressed kisses across her damp flesh, dredging up all the years of harsh military schooling where control was everything.

  But fuck, it’s hard. He bared his teeth in a feral grin at the double entendre. Boarding school had prepared him for most things in life, but it sure as hell hadn’t prepared him for the seductiveness of Sofia.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he breathed against her ear, as his fingers teased her nipples and played with her pussy. Her swollen lips were stretched around his cock and it damn near blew his mind. “I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She let out a soft humming sound and the muscles in her shoulders relaxed as she slowly rolled her delectable ass against his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second but it didn’t help. He pushed in a little further, claiming her innocence, and her breathy sigh echoed through his frenzied mind.

  “You belong to me now, Sofia.” He barely recognized his voice, scarcely even knew what he said. “My virgin bride.” He flexed his hips and sank into her addictive heat, and her slick folds grasped him so tight the whole fucking room spun.

  He gripped her hips and plunged into her, mesmerized by the sight of his cock fucking her tight little pussy. H
is balls were so damn hard that pleasure and pain collided, and still the pressure built, all but blinding him.

  Can’t hold on.

  He caressed her clit, and her body shook. Slick with sweat his control slipped and he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her tender flesh. With a throaty cry her orgasm rushed through her, squeezing his cock so hard that time stood still, and his release was never-fucking-ending.

  Chapter Nine

  After Tariq carried her to his bed he pulled the sheet over them and wrapped his arm around her. He always enjoyed sex and had often spent the entire night with his conquests but this strange, tender sensation filling his chest was entirely new.

  Sofia snuggled against him, her hand resting over his heart. He threaded his fingers through hers and an odd sense of peace floated through him.

  “If I’d known you were a virgin, I would’ve been gentler.”

  “What makes you think I’d want that?” There was a note of laughter in her voice that warmed his blood.

  “I enjoy a rough fuck but I wouldn’t have taken you in such a way had I known it was your first time.” Even as he spoke, the memory of her sweet ass and submissive pose as he’d claimed her caused his cock to thicken.

  “Then I’m grateful you didn’t know. The experience was quite,” she paused, and shook with silent laughter that did nothing to help his over enthusiastic libido, “educational.”

  “Rest assured that I intend to expand your education in the bedroom in every way possible.”

  “I look forward to it.”

  He smiled and rubbed his jaw over her tangled hair. The scent of arousal and sex scented the air. “Why did you let me believe you’d had other lovers, Sofia?”

  She sighed, and her breath dusted his naked shoulder in a feather light caress. “My life was spiraling out of control. It all happened so quickly. It was the only way I thought you would set me free from this obligation.”

  Did she still wish to be released from their marriage? It was disconcerting to face the fact that were he suddenly given the choice, he was more than willing to wed his reluctant princess.