The Sheikh's Sinful Seduction(44)

                In the middle of it all, she fell, flying, plummeting and landing on her back on a bed of silken sheets. His big body covered hers and his hips moved in sharp, possessive thrusts, stinging her tight flesh, but escalating her orgasm into a new realm. He muffled her cries of joy with a hard kiss and bucked, filling her as his body convulsed in release.

                She locked her knees at his waist, embracing him. Her ankles hooked in the small of his back, trying to keep him in her forever.

                And when his weight settled fully onto her, she let her breath release with gratitude, utterly at peace. Happier than she’d ever been in her life.

                In love, hopelessly and irrevocably in love, but that’s how a woman should feel with her first, right?

                * * *

                Zafir forced himself to gather his strength and roll away.

                Leaving Fern was like stripping his body from his soul, but that part of him would be consigned to hell for this anyway.

                It was as dark in her tent as it was every night that he stole in here, but he threw his arm over his eyes anyway, trying to block out reality.

                He had meant to pull out.

                He had never intended to fully possess her at all, but she’d tempted him beyond bearing, her desire for him the juiciest forbidden fruit to a man going mad with thirst.

                And she’d been exquisite. Despite his best efforts to retain his sanity, he’d lost himself to the moment. To her erotic movements. Her heat and the pound of her heart against his own and the fire raging in his blood.

                He didn’t even remember how she’d wound up under him, had only come back to real awareness of where he was and how wrong this was when the crisis had been peaked. The most all-encompassing satisfaction had filled him.

                Until awareness had crept in with the slowing of his heart rate. Her tight, wet fit around him. Her soft sigh of repletion.

                This should not have happened.

                “Zafir—” she began in a whisper.

                “Shh.” He came up on his elbow and touched her lips with his finger, listening.

                Across the camp, he heard one of the girls sobbing and Amineh’s comforting voice going to her.

                The small action of caressing Fern’s tender mouth and catching her scent rising warmly off her body made him stir with renewed excitement. He couldn’t trust himself if he stayed here. He’d have her again and now they weren’t the only ones awake in the camp.

                “I have to go,” he whispered as he leaned close. “Before we’re caught.”

                Her lips tightened under his touch in a flinch. “Okay.”

                Her acceptance of his loving and leaving made him disgusted with himself. He wanted to ask about timing, but if he stayed any longer, he’d kiss her, fist his hand in her hair and make love to her all over again. Letting her go and rising from her bed was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he made himself do it. He left her without saying goodbye, because he was afraid he’d fail to do it at all if he didn’t do it fast and quiet.

                Later that morning, he ensured his caravan was ready first. He hugged his sister and kissed his nieces and learned from their father that Jumanah had been crying in the night because she didn’t want to leave.

                He could relate.