Pregnant by the Sheikh(29)

“Yes.” He cursed, tried to pull out of her, but she clung to him inside and out. “You’re hurting me so good. The pain is nothing compared to how you feel inside me. I want it to hurt. I want you to brand me.”

She clamped his hips in her quaking legs and pulled him deeper. With the action he grew even bigger inside her. Caring nothing that it burned, she thrust her hips upward, engulfing more of him. It was overwhelming, being stretched by him, being filled by him beyond her capacity.

“Give me all of you.” She confessed what she’d been thinking right before he came. “Show me no mercy.”

“You do want a raving lunatic all over you.”

“Oh, yes, please.”

Instead, he withdrew, and she cried out with his loss, urging him to sink back into her. He resisted her squirming pleas, his shaft resting at her entrance for a moment before he sank slowly back inside her.

On a gust of passion, she opened wider for him. He watched her, gauging her reactions, adjusting his movements to her every gasp and grimace, waiting for the pleasure to submerge the pain before he let her really have all of him, before he showed her no mercy.

“Glorious, ya galbi, inside and out.” He braced over her on outstretched arms, his muscles bulging, the tendons standing out in his powerful neck. Everything about him confessed his equally agonized pleasure. “So tight, so hot... Jenan...you’re burning me.”

His face clenched in what did look like suffering as he started pounding into her, forging farther inside her with each plunge.

Then he angled her and sank in her to the hilt. “Burn me, ya jenani, consume me as I invade you, take all of me, all the way to the heart of you.”

She arched beneath him, thinking he’d reached her heart for real. And he had—the heart of her femininity, her womb. That intimate nudge was beyond anything she’d dreamed of. She’d been resigned to live alone, to never know true intimacy. But now, as he’d promised, every spark of sensation she was capable of feeling gathered into one pinpoint of absolute being, with Numair. Then it exploded.

A stifled shriek tore from her as she shattered around his invasion. She reformed only to splinter again and again around his pounding thickness. Her screams filled her head, accompanying the ecstasy razing her body.

Then his roar drowned everything out as she felt him stiffen in her clutching arms, ramming her deeper than ever before as he spilled into her, his seed filling her.

He was the only man she’d ever let take his full pleasure inside her. But he’d also been the one to give her far more than pleasure. Her first true intimacy.

Her cries stifled as it all finally overwhelmed her, loosened her grip on consciousness...

* * *

A sweep of delight cascaded down her back and buttocks then up. Again and again.

Jenan rose slowly from the depths of bliss to the realization that she was being stroked like a feline. And she was lying on top of a great one, who seemed to be purring a deep, deep rumble that vibrated in her bones. The sound was one of absolute satisfaction.

Yeah. She knew exactly how he was feeling. She felt satiated in ways she couldn’t have imagined, in perfect peace for the first time in her life.

His lips moved against her forehead. “I trust your two-hour sleep was recharging?”

“Two hours!” She struggled to prop herself over his chest, her hair raining down on it.

His own hair was fanned around his head over a pillow the exact same color of his eyes, making him look like a black-maned lion instead of the sleek, gleaming panther he usually was. She almost collapsed on top of him again.

“Anything to add, besides incredulity at the length of time you were asleep? Although you already said yes, I’m still anxious to know if I delivered on my big promises.”

She pulled a face at him, combing her fingers through the luxury of his hair. “If you’d delivered any more, I would have expired. I did for those two hours.”

“I did, too.”

“You did?”

“I lasted long enough to not crush you beneath me, then all I know is I woke up ten minutes ago to find two hours have passed. Another all-time first.”

“This never happened to you?”

“You’re the first thing to ever knock me out. And without even trying. I’m starting to worry what you’ll do to me when you do try.” He shifted, brought her to her side facing him, kissed her deeply, leisurely, then whispered into her lips, “This was, hands down, the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are.”

She suckled the tongue rubbing against hers, caressed the muscled back rippling with mind-boggling power beneath her fingers, disbelief still reverberating inside her. That she’d found him. That he’d wanted her. That they’d shared all this, a lifetime’s worth of events and emotions, in only twenty-four hours. Dare she expect more and even better in the days and weeks to come?