The sight of her nipples, tight and pressed against the silk of her nightgown sent lust stabbing at him. “Take off your gown.”
She raised a heated glance to him, a soft whisper falling from her lips. “Are you not going to kiss me first?”
He tugged her lower lip with his teeth, and she gasped, before grasping his shoulders with her hands and licking his lip. He pulled back, suddenly wondering if he really could be gentle with her. “Are you going to argue over every single point in this, too?”
“I just don’t see why you are the one who decides what should—”
With a quick movement that surprised even himself, he sat up and ripped up the nightgown with his hands. It tore apart, leaving her magnificent breasts tipped with dark pink areolas to his gaze.
He pushed her back onto the bed with his body and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She let out a long, deep whimper and arched into his touch, shuddering uncontrollably under him.
He rolled the tight bud with his tongue, suckled it, breathing in the scent of her skin, immersing herself in her soft curves. It was as if a fever had taken root inside him and only plunging into her, until he could forget, until he didn’t think, would help. “I get to decide because I’m the Prince, Dr. Zakhari. There are certain areas where I’ll never bend to your will, and a bed with both of us in it is the first one on that list.”
She tasted better than the most erotic fantasy he’d ever had of her. In his darkest moments, he had wondered how she would taste, and yet not a single fantasy was close to the raw, earthy reality of her beauty.
Struggling to his knees, he rent the nightgown all the way through. The sight of her entire body, the scent of her coating the very air he breathed, the slight quake in her toned thighs, it was a moment that blurred the memory of every other woman he had ever touched to replace her.
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Nikhat could feel the intensity of Azeez’s gaze on every cell, every inch of her. She moved her hands instantly to cover her sex, shocked by her own audacity. Imagining him coming here, imagining his gaze on her…the fantasy had been easy.
But the reality of his heated glance stroking over her nudity, of the trembles sparking across her skin, the need knotting her nipples, her sex aching and wet even before he touched her, completely another.
He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her abdomen, and she writhed under his masterful touch, needing more, too awash in new sensations to even speak. “You thought this would be simple, didn’t you, habeebi?” He licked a wet trail around her navel, and every muscle in her body turned liquid.
She nodded, the ease with which he read her thoughts not at all surprising her.
He pushed her wrists out of his way. One hand moved between the valley of her breasts, locking her against the bed, while the other moved over her knees, her thighs, his breath whispering right between her legs. He flicked her knees open with the slightest touch and her thighs fell apart, her breath hitching in and out.
Her spine locked, the soft nuzzle of his nose against her thighs making it hard to pull breath into her lungs.
She was a practical woman, even with her traditional, conservative background, she hadn’t been shy or prudish when she had looked at a man’s naked body the first time.
But now, knowing that the most intimate part of her was open to his hungry eyes, warmth filled her inside out. A heated kiss on her thighs branded her, his jagged exhale against her skin, the pads of his fingers digging hard into her flesh, told tales of his shattering control.