Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) (5 page)

My body must have instinctively fought against his brutal treatment because I didn’t realize I’d been unconsciously trying to scramble away from him, until he tightened his grasp on my wrists, using his hold on them to anchor me in place, but his grip was so tight that a tiny yelp escaped my lips.

“This is what you wanted,” he whispered harshly against my ear.  “So you will take it until I’ve decided I’m done with you.”

I had no intention of replying and with him still thrumming my clit, the mounting pleasure made forming coherent thought a challenge, let alone any words. I tried to stifle the moan that bubbled in my throat but when he rubbed my clit with hard, furious strokes it came tumbling out just seconds before my orgasm swept through me. 

I drenched him in my juices, as my pussy clamped down around his cock which was still pistoning in and out of me.  He gasped then groaned, his thrusts now wild and erratic as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.  I was just starting to float down from the euphoria of my climax when abruptly he pulled out of me just long enough to flip me onto my back, and sink his dick inside me once again.

I sucked in a sharp breath at both the wildness in his eyes and how he now furiously pounded into my cunt.  Whatever control he still had left I could tell was threading thin as his pace quickened, the muscles in his torso straining from exertion. Now face to face, I stared deep into his eyes.  I knew I’d been right earlier, about what I’d said to him of being afraid to hold my gaze as he took me, and yet as I stared back at him, I realized then that I’d also missed something. Knowing darkened his eyes, but it wasn’t until he spoke that I was forced to admit, as much as I’d been right, I had also been
very
wrong. 

“I told you that you were naïve, that you had no idea what you were doing.” His hooded gaze was unwavering as he stared at me with darkly possessive eyes, his expression hard and unyielding so that I would know on this point he was deadly serious. “Don’t think because I want you that you have power over me.  In all other matters maybe, but here, Sabeen, in our bed?
Never.
”

That last word came out on a harsh roar, as a violent shudder rocked him signaling he was about to come. Collapsing atop me, he gripped my ass, as he slammed his cock into me once, twice, three more times before he shoved himself in deep and exploded into me. A guttural moan rumbled out of him as he filled me with his seed. 

It seemed like he came forever, pumping me full of his release until he was spent, and the aftershocks of his climax eventually subsided.  It was a long while before either one of us stirred, but when he did, I could not help but wince when he pulled out of me and stood.  I couldn’t read his shuddered expression as he stared down at my naked body, twisted in the bed sheets, his semen and my blood spilling out from between my bruised thighs.  He scrutinized me for several seconds until I grew so embarrassed that I glanced away.  I vaguely thought I heard him curse before he stalked off to the bathroom.  

I heard the water running and seconds later he returned holding a wash towel. 

“Open,” he said when he sat down beside me.

I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t even look at him, but I did as he instructed.  With a gentleness that was completely at odds with his rough passion only moments before, he eased the ache between my thighs with soothing caresses of the warm towel. 

When he was done, he set the towel aside and I finally looked at him.  His expression was tender, even as his eyes flashed with the hint of amusement.

“I can’t believe you’re embarrassed after what we just did,” he remarked, and just as quickly as the laughter had sparked in his gaze, it disappeared. 

“About that,” he said.  “It was a mi—“

“If you’re about to say that what we just shared was a mistake—
don’t.
”   I knew my eyes flashed angrily at him, reflecting what I now felt. “It wasn’t a mistake, I don’t regret it, and neither do you—”

“Sabeen—“

Before he could utter another word of denial that would only serve to ruin the moment, I tangled my fingers in his hair.  Gripping the back of his head, I drew him close and pressed my lips to his.  He didn’t even pretend to resist.  His arms instantly wrapped around me and he pulled me closer, deeper into his embrace until once again I was flat on my back with him on top of me. Although, I’d initiated the kiss, he swiftly took control, his tongue stroking inside my mouth, sliding against mine in an erotic dance that he mimicked with the gentle rocking of his hips.  His dick hardened against my thigh, and I moaned, my body catching fire as my desire began to mount. 

Our kiss lasted for a few minutes, although it felt like hours, probably because despite what had just happened moments before, this was our first kiss.  We took our time exploring one another, our hands stroking sweat-slick skin, our limbs twisting and twining together.  Slowly, almost reluctantly he lifted his head, separating our lips.  And I whimpered, as I reached for him, but he effectively restrained my arms with his hand.

“You’re too sore to take me again tonight.”

I protested, but he silenced me with the shake of his head, the corner of his lips tilting into a small grin.  “Don’t worry, Nala, I plan to kiss it and make it better.”

I stiffened at the nickname he used for me because he knew I’d forbidden anyone from ever calling me that again, but before I could even get a word out, he was trailing a hot, tingling path of kisses down the length of my body until his lips settled not even an inch from the entrance of my pussy. The swollen lips of my sex were now glistening with my arousal and when he kissed my clit, a bolt of heat arced up my spine.

I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow, my eyes drifting closed.

“No. Open your eyes and watch me eat your pussy. I want to see the moment you come right before your juices coat my face.”

With Khalil’s hot, erotic words, I opened my eyes, training my gaze on him, although it was a struggle not to look away.  He feasted on my cunt, alternating between suckling my clit and fucking me with his tongue.  Already primed for release, I moaned, my hands gripping the back of his head as shocks of pleasure vibrated from my core, throughout my entire body.  It was all too much, the hungry noises he made, his groans every time he buried his face against my wet sex, and his dirty words whispered against my pussy lips of how good I tasted. 

With a powerful orgasm already building inside me, I rocked my hips against his face, my hands desperately clutching his head, holding him to me so that I could grind my cunt against his mouth.

“That’s it, Nala, fuck my mouth.  Show me how bad you wanna cum all over my face.”

He didn’t even finish his statement before I was splintering apart. Unable to watch him any longer, my head fell back as my eyes slipped shut and I gasped, moaned and screamed, crying out his name when a powerful tremor overtook me. 

“Mmmm,” he groaned, his lips working furiously to devour every single drop of my juices as I came over and over again, one tiny explosion after another, until I was spent and collapsed back against the bed, limp and weak, feeling as if I’d been wrung dry.   

Khalil didn’t immediately stop though, he flicked my clit with his tongue, before kissing every inch of skin along my inner thighs.  It was as if I was his own personal, private toy to play with, and I guessed to some extent I was.  When he finally climbed the length of my body, he kissed me with a gentle exploration of lips and tongue, sharing with me my own unique taste.  And by the time he drew away from me, I was exhausted and my eyelids heavy. 

“Sleep,” he murmured, before tenderly kissing my brow.  I let my eyes close then.  Minutes later I heard his muffled voice in the distance.  He was on the phone, and I soon realized it was his friend, the one he was staying with for the holiday.  Or maybe not.  I heard him tell his friend that he needed to take care of his god-sister—
me
.  He then apologized, saying he would not be able to make it to dinner tomorrow after all and that he would see him back on campus. 

In the foggy recesses of my mind, somewhere between consciousness and sleep, I realized Khalil was staying with me for the next few days, that we would be here alone together, and then I realized what that meant.  I know I smiled, although I was half asleep, and just before I drifted off I felt Khalil join me in bed, pulling me deep within the circle of his arms.  As I snuggled into the warmth of his embrace, I knew three things—that I was in love with Khalil al-Aziz, that he probably felt the same way even if he had yet to realize it, and that for some reason I couldn’t explain I also knew he was going to break my heart. 

*****

Khalil closed his eyes as he buried himself inside Sabeen’s sweet body. The sigh that escaped him was almost reverent, as it trembled through his entire being.

Heaven.

He was certain if making love to her wasn’t what it was like to die and go to heaven, it was the closest thing.  He wanted to remain inside her for as long as he could, but she was wild and impatient as she began to rock her hips against him, urging him to finish what they’d started when he’d joined her in the shower that morning.

Water rained down upon them, his fingers slipping when he tried to pin her hips against the tiled shower to still her wanton movements.

He growled out her name when she began to rock harder and faster against him.

“Please,” she begged, the soft lilt of her voice his undoing. Withdrawing all the way to the tip, he slammed back into her, groaning when her hot, tight tunnel enveloped him.  With her legs wrapped around him, she clutched at his shoulders, as soft cries tumbled from her lips with every stroke. 

He wasn’t going to last much longer, and already he could feel her pussy beginning to pulse and tighten around the hard length of his cock as he pounded into her, drilling her against the shower wall.  When she screamed out his name, her nails digging into his back, it was all he could do to breathe with her cunt fisting around him until he couldn’t move.

“Fuck,” he growled, the last vestiges of his control now completely obliterated as he came seconds after Sabeen, his seed spurting out of him to coat her shuddering walls.  He lost himself inside of her, savoring the moment’s euphoria until the tremors racking him finally eased, and Sabeen unfolded herself from around him.

He stared down into her beautiful face, her eyes wide and innocent; although there’d been nothing innocent about the things they’d done to one another over the past few days, he mused with a rueful smile.

“What’s so funny?” she questioned.

“Not so much as funny.” He shrugged.  “I was just thinking of everything that has happened over the last few days, and how would I even begin to explain to your father if we discovered you were pregnant.”

“We?”

Khalil’s gaze took in her teasing smile and the laughter in her eyes, but that did nothing to stop the feelings of possessiveness at the thought of Sabeen pregnant with his child.

“Yes,
we.
”

Her eyes widened at the unmistakable firmness of his voice and eventually she nodded.  “Well, I just got on the pill, so the chances of that happening, I’m guessing are pretty low.”  When he remained silent, her eyes narrowed.  “You almost seem disappointed at the idea that I’m
not
.”

Was he?

He couldn’t answer that definitively.  What he did know, however, was that he wasn’t bothered by the idea if she was, and he already knew why that was so.

At some point when he hadn’t been looking, Sabeen had grown up, and turned into a woman he didn’t know, but desperately wanted to.  The Sabeen he’d grown up with had been spoiled, shallow and selfish, but this woman was anything but.  She was thoughtful, and possessed a sharp intellect, along with a sarcastic sense of humor, which constantly kept him on his toes with her.  Their sexual chemistry was undeniable, but it was more than that.  They were sexually compatible in ways few would ever be able to comprehend. 

He wanted Sabeen—and not just for a night. What he felt for her, defied even his comprehension, but he was certain of the depths of his feelings for the woman he now held in his arms. 

As he stared down into her upturned face, it was on the tip of his tongue to just tell her, knowing it would shock her, but instead he hesitated.  No matter that they were in the States, far away from the customs and dictates of their native homeland, Khalil was bound by them in this.  Before he could stake his claim on her, he already knew he would have to speak to her father, and until he did, he wasn’t free to make any claim upon her,
yet
. 

“Let’s just say I’m not troubled by the idea if you are,” he finally replied to the statement she’d made just moments before about the possibility of her being pregnant.

He glimpsed the uncertainty in her eyes, as if she wanted to believe what his words suggested, but just couldn’t imagine such a thing was possible. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her gently.  “You mean more to me than you could ever know,” he murmured against the crown of her head.  “I won’t make promises to you until I know I can keep them, but I can promise you this I would never abandon you, especially not if you carried my child.” He lifted his head, his hands clasping her face so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze.  “I can also promise you that I have never been more serious when I say I want more than this weekend with you.”  The smile that spread across her face, was more than enough assurance for him that even if she wasn’t yet in love with him, he wasn’t alone in his feelings either.  He joined their lips again in a kiss that threatened to spiral out of control, but before it could, he pulled away.  He smiled when she protested, but he refused to give in to her this time.  They had been at it for days, and she needed to rest, despite what she claimed, and he needed to get them something to eat that wasn’t on the room service menu, and he said as much.