Fighting With the Infuriating Prince (4 page)

Tasir saw her start to fall backwards and he quickly eliminated the last two feet between them, pulling her into his arms so that she was against him, exactly where he wanted her. 

Jalayla gasped as he lifted her higher, his strong arms and the buoyancy of the water helping to reveal her body to this man.  She dangled in front of him, her body trembling as she waited to see what he would do.

“Take your arms away, Jalayla,” he ordered.

She shook her head. “I can’t,” she whispered, not really able to explain why she couldn’t, just knowing that revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze would stir that wild ache that seemed to be throbbing between her legs. 

He didn’t ask again.  Instead, he lifted her higher, his concentration focusing on another, more fascinating goal.  When she realized his intent, she gasped and covered that area instead, leaving her breasts free and right in front of his face.  He took advantage of her change and nuzzled one perfect breast with his nose and his mouth.  When he took her pink nipple into his mouth, Jalayla was no longer able to cover herself.  Her hands whipped up to his head, holding him in place while her body arched into his mouth, causing him to take her nipple deeper.  He sucked on that tender flesh and she screamed out, shocked by the intensity of feeling that shot right down to her core. 

Unconsciously, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her body no longer trembling with fear but with a hunger, a passion that she didn’t understand.  Last night had been crazy but this, what he was making her feel…it was like an urgent, intense pulsing that made her out of control. 

Tasir heard the sexy sounds and reacted to them as if they were a lightning bolt.  He moved over to the other nipple, enjoying the way she was now rubbing against his body.  She was trying to move lower, to instinctively find that elusive solution to her problem, but with her body up in the air like this, she wasn’t going to find it. 

“Tasir, I can’t…”

“You can,” he countered before she could speak the words.  He was already walking over to the edge of the water.  He held her in his arms, kissing her the whole time.  He spread his shirt out on the ground, then laid her down, he looked at her and almost lost that famous control that so many had cursed. 

He watched her body shift with unconscious invitation and couldn’t hold back.  He bent lower, his big body already between her legs and he nibbled his way down to that perfect place.  When his tongue touched her, she sat up with a shocked sound but he didn’t relent.  His body was aching to have her but he also wanted this experience to be the best of her life.  So when he continued his ministrations, she cried out as her back once again melted to the shirt.  A split second later, her hips were lifting up, almost offering herself to him and he took full advantage of that movement, sliding his hands underneath her round bottom and lifting her higher, his mouth moving against that sensitive place, ignoring her hands that tried to push him away.  He didn’t let up until he felt her body convulse. 

The sight and taste of her splintering apart like that drove away all remnants of control.  Moving back up her body, he took her hands, lifting them so that they were once again around his neck.  “You’re mine, Jalayla,” he growled a moment before he pressed into her soft flesh.  When she stiffened slightly in his arms, he cursed himself.  “I’m sorry,” he groaned, regretting his too-powerful invasion.  This gentle, sweet woman was a virgin.  Or she had been. And he’d known that!  He should have gone slower, taken more care.  He should have…

“Please don’t stop,” she said with a breathless sound, her hips shifting against his.  “Oh, please don’t!”  And her back arched against him, trying to take him deeper.  “Is this…”

“No,” he laughed, the sound showing the pain he was in caused by going so slowly with her.  “That’s not all.”  He was so turned on by this woman, never had he felt this way.  Women were always very nice to hold and he had a strong sexual appetite, but never had a woman caused him to lose control like this. 

But he wasn’t fighting it.  He shifted slightly, testing to make sure she really was okay.  When her mouth fell open and her eyes softened, he knew that she was fine.  Better than fine!

He moved again, sliding in and out of her heat.  Over and over again, he shifted into her tight sheath, watching her eyes.  When he felt the bite of her nails in his shoulders, his control almost slipped again.  He could feel her tightening around him, felt her body shiver only moments before she screamed out, her climax washing over her once again.  And with that, he could no longer hold back.  He pushed into her one more time and lost it as his own orgasm pulsed through him, over him, around him.  And the whole time, he held onto this slender woman, the only anchor in this chaotic world for the moment. 

When he collapsed, he tried to move to the side of her, not wanting to crush her, but he wasn’t sure he accomplished that objective.  He smiled when she curled up against him though, enjoying the way she felt against his side.  Another odd moment, he realized.  Normally after sex he wanted to be gone.  Once his body was satisfied, his mind instantly shifted back to business or issues of state.  He honestly couldn’t imagine moving a muscle right at this moment. And if Jalayla even attempted to move away from him, he would have to disabuse her of that notion.  She was perfect right where she was.

Jalayla pushed her hair off of her shoulder, her mind still amazed at what she’d just experienced.  And she couldn't stop touching him!  What was it about this man that made her want to explore when she should be getting up and getting dressed? 

But she couldn’t stop.  Her mouth kissed his chest, moving around and testing the taste and textures of various parts of his body.  She smiled when she saw him harden once more and her curiosity could not be assuaged with a simple glance.  She wanted to know more about this part of Tasir that gave her so much pleasure.  Moving down to his stomach, she felt his muscles tighten.  Looking up at his face, she smiled when she noticed that his eyes were still closed, one arm draped over his face even while his other hand continued to tangle in her hair, his fingers running through all the way to the ends. 

Her mouth continued to move lower, her body shifting so that she was almost straddling him.  The position was decadent and completely unladylike, but even that turned her on because it was so horribly against the rules she’d been brought up to obey.  Everything about this day, this man, violated those rules.  She’d never thought they were restrictive until she’d met this man and experienced the magic of his touch. 

She moved lower, testing to see how far he would let her investigate.  When he seemed to tense, his hand freezing in her hair for a moment, she took that to be an indication that he liked what she was doing.  So she continued, moving lower, feeling her way with her fingers first then tasting with her lips and tongue.  When she reached that mysterious part of him, she hesitated for only a moment before she wrapped her fingers around his hardness.  It was fascinating!  More interesting than she could have imagined!  She’d always thought that this area on a male would be disgusting but she was wrong! 

She let her fingers slide along the length of him, wondering if all men were this large.  Jalayla was no longer reacting to his movements, she was focused only on her investigation of this solid flesh. 

When she followed her previous pattern of fingers first, mouth second, she tasted tentatively at first.  But when she heard the noises coming from him and looked up, she realized that he was enjoying this.  Possibly just as much as she’d enjoyed what he’d done to her.  When her mouth covered that part of him, he did the same thing she’d done, sat up and almost tried to get her off of him but when her tongue came into play, he fell back against the earth, enjoying her ministrations. 

But not for long.  She only had a few minutes of that excitement before he sat up again, lifting her off of him and settling her back down, but this time, impaled on that part of him that she loved so much. 

Jalayla hadn’t realized how turned on she’d become but his entry was soothed by the wetness of her own body and she thrilled to his invasion, her back arching so that her body could take him deeper.  When his hands moved to her hips, lifting her up and showing her how to move, she was a quick student.  And she loved this position!  She could move against him, finding the ways that gave her the most pleasure.  This was amazing, she thought, closing her eyes, her palms splayed out against his stomach as she moved up and down against him, feeling free to move however she liked. 

But then his own hands moved up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, both of them at the same time.  No longer was there an enjoyable pleasure.  When his forefingers came into play as well, the feelings that had been tingling inside of her roared to life.  This was no longer pleasant, this was urgent!  This was a desperate sensation to find that release, to achieve it so that this aching would go away.  She whimpered as she moved, shifting frantically.  His fingers were making her crazed and she couldn’t…maybe…She tried to knock his hands away from her breasts, but he wasn’t moving.  And with a final tweak, that action took her over the edge, her body convulsing around his as she screamed. 

Tasir watched, fascinated as she took pleasure from his body.  But when she screamed out, she took him right along with him.  He hadn’t been expecting that but he’d known he was close.  Watching her, feeling her nipples with his hands and feeling her body shudder almost violently with her climax, he was brought over the cliff so suddenly he could barely breathe for several moments. 

He felt her collapse against his chest, her delectable body splayed out against him in the most erotic way.  And he loved it!  He tried to lift his arms to wrap around her, to hold her in place, but that climax had taken everything out of him.  Never had he felt so replete!

It took a long time for both of them to get their breathing back to normal.  When Tasir thought he could, he sat up, still with her intimately connected to him, and kissed her.  His hands dove into her thick, dark hair and tilted her head so that he could deepen the kiss. 

When he lifted his head, he looked down at the woman and a sense of possessiveness hit him hard. 

Jalayla saw the look and turned shy, not sure what he was thinking.  She didn’t have long to wonder though.  “How do you know about this place?” he asked her gently.  She told him about her excursions here with Ciara over the years, all of the fun adventures the two of them had gotten into.  He laughed and they talked of their childhoods, their new responsibilities, what they wanted for each of their countries, their lives…they talked until the sun started setting and a chill crept into the air. 

She didn’t want this time to end, but she couldn’t think of any way to make it last longer.  “I guess I’d better get dressed and head back to the fortress.  I’m sure our fathers are wondering where we are.”

He not only helped her stand up, he then lifted her into his arms and carried her into the water, rinsing off the remnants of their lovemaking in the cool water. 

When they were once again standing on the edge of the water, pulling on their clothes despite their damp bodies, he looked down at her, his body once again ready to make love to her.  He’d always had a strong sex drive, but there was something about this woman that was somehow different, and he wasn’t sure he could get enough of her.  There was only one solution. 

“We’ll tell our fathers that we plan to be married.  And a short engagement,” he stated firmly. 

Jalayla looked up at him and froze in the process of putting her boots on.  “Excuse me?” she replied.  Her whole body was tense as she waited for him to correct his declaration. 

And that’s when it hit her.  She remembered how arrogant and obnoxious this man was.  Yes, he could be a fabulous lover, and when he wasn’t being a bully, he was a nice guy and a great conversationalist.  But deep down inside, she suspected that he really was too domineering for her taste. 

He turned at the question, not sure why there would be any reason to hold back.  “We’ll talk to our fathers, let them know that we will be married.”

She blinked as she stared up at him.  “But we won’t.  Be married, that is,” she countered, her fingers buttoning her shirt. 

Jalayla started walking over to her horse which was still happily chomping on green wherever he could find it.  But when she’d only taken a few steps, she felt his strong hand on her arm as he swung her back to face him.  “What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, furious that she would walk away from him and doubly angry that she wasn’t agreeing to marry him.  Women had been trying to manipulate him into marriage for years.  Why would this tiny woman balk at the idea of marriage?  And dammit, she was not going into the arms of another man!  She was his woman!  Hadn’t he just proven that on the ground only a couple of hours ago?

Jalayla shrugged and walked over to her horse.  “We had sex, Tasir.  It doesn’t require us to get married.  Why would we ruin our lives by doing that? We’d hate each other before the first year passed.”

His mind whipped back to their conversation, thinking that even that was stimulating.  No way was he letting this woman get away from him!  “You will marry me, Jalayla,” he commanded even as he watched her get onto her horse.  And yes, his body hardened once again as he admired the skill with which she controlled her mount. 

“We will not be married, Tasir,” she said as she turned her horse to face him.  “We made a mistake here this afternoon.  We shouldn’t compound that mistake by getting married.”