“I cannot think of another instance.”
At his admission, heat poured into places she wasn’t used to feeling anything and she found it hard to continue their repartee. “For three years, anyway.”
“Ever.”
“Oh.” That was...it was just...kind of amazing and more than she wanted to dwell on right now, if she wanted to keep her few working synapses continuing to connect in her brain. “I guess it’s just instinct.”
He laughed, the sound arresting and incredibly sexy.
Her chest felt tight. “Sayed...”
He cursed, his humor disappearing in an instant, replaced by that power-driven intensity she was so drawn to.
“What?” she asked, not sure what she’d done.
“Say it again.”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
He put his hands down and leaned forward, pressing the pillow on either side of her head, his face only inches from hers. “My name.”
His name? Her befuddled brain tried to make sense of his request. “Sheikh Say—”
“No,” he said with quiet intensity. “Not my title. My name.”
“Sayed.” If the word held more emotion when she said it, she refused to acknowledge it.
Something flared in his espresso eyes and then his lips were on hers again. Though she’d been sure they’d reached the pinnacle of passionate kisses already, she realized quickly how wrong she’d been.
He shifted to lie beside her and pressed his body against hers, his hardness rubbing along her thigh. Another set of new and wonderful sensations beset her.
Liyah moved restlessly, her legs falling open.
He laid one hand between them, covering her feminine curls and most private flesh. “This is mine.”
She had no thought to deny him. “Yes.”
“Tonight is ours and you will be mine in every way.”
Her answer was a wordless cry as he shifted and put his mouth over one of her nipples.
It was the most incredible feeling she’d ever known―the wet sucking heat, the sizzling jolts of pleasure shooting outward and through her body from that swollen bit of flesh, unbelievable.
Then his finger dipped into that most intimate place and she realized once again she’d been wrong. There was definitely more she could feel, more she could experience.
And more.
And more.
And more.
One sensation blended into another, her need for his touch growing in exponential proportion to every caress he gave her.
His fingers rolled slickly over a bundle of nerves even more potent than her nipples and she cried out. She knew about her clitoris. She hadn’t grown up in a cave, but she had been raised to never talk about sexual things.
Not with her mother. Not with the other girls at school. Not with anyone. Sex was an entirely taboo subject with Hena Amari and she’d made sure Liyah saw it that way, too.