He’d entered her body completely unaware of the gift she bestowed. Without proper care many virgins experienced a great deal of pain their first time.
It was only by grace and benevolent genetics that Aaliyah had not.
The knowledge he was her only lover resonated in the most primal part of Sayed’s psyche.
And he wanted more.
Desire riding him harder than a runaway camel in the desert, he reached for her the moment the door shut behind them. Sayed pulled Aaliyah flush with his body and into a kiss. Over half a foot shorter than him, she should not fit so perfectly, but she did.
Like their two bodies had been made just for this connection.
He demanded a response from her and she gave it, her passion a match for his, though expressed differently. Her lips melted under his, parting almost instantly. Without a second thought, he accepted the alluring, silent invitation.
Surprised and a little worried that it was every bit as stunning as the night before, he rubbed his tongue along hers.
She tasted so sweet, familiar in a way that should not be possible after only one night together.
Her hands came up and then his egal and keffiyeh were being tugged off in one motion and tossed away.
Amused despite the desire raging through his body, he broke the kiss. “You do not want the emir?”
Emerald eyes trapped his with the emotion glowing in them. “Sayed, when we are like this, I will always want the man.”
“No one wants only the man.” Not since the day he became emir, not merely second son and sheikh.
“I do,” she vowed, her musical voice vibrating with sincerity. “I did last night.”
“No matter what we might wish, I never stop being the emir.” It was a warning for him as much as her.
His future had been written in the stars the day his brother was killed. Sayed was not just a figurehead.
He had no choices about walking away from his responsibilities. There was no one to take his place and he loved his people too much to let them down.
She shook her head, looking up at him, her beautiful oval features set in serious lines. “You’re right and you’re wrong at the same time. Because right now, you are Sayed. Yes, you are emir, but that is not all you are.”
He wished he could agree, but honesty forced him to shake his head in disagreement, even as his hands smoothed down her body, seeking the hem of her top.
“What do you call Melech Falah?” She shivered as he tugged her blouse out of her waistband.
“Father.”
She rubbed her cheek against his affectionately. “So, he is not only a king, but he is your dad, too?”
“Yes, but his duty comes first.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asked, shifting her lower body against his.
Did she expect him to focus on conversation right now?
She laid her hands against his chest, one landing unerringly over his heart. “You don’t think it would have been better for Zeena Sahra’s sense of country unity and its international consequence for their prince to be educated and raised within its borders?”