Free Sarim's Scent by Juliette Springs

to marry him. He would assume a leadership position on the council. His family would be in essence the leaders of Taalib Dumas. If everything went according to plan, there wasn’t a damn thing Victoria or Sarim could do about it.
    He assumed his trance position on the floor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then let his mind reach out to hers. Let the games begin.

Chapter 11
    Victoria felt warm all over. Not feverishly warmth, but a warm, tingly sensation running up her arms, over her breasts, and down her legs. It felt like a hand skimming over her body, leaving delicious trails of heat wherever it went.
    Soft, firm lips pressed tender kisses alongside her neck. One kiss touched her tattoo. An explosive bolt of pleasure shot through her body, from her hair to the tips of her toes. She moaned. The kisses continued down her neck and along her throat. Hands massaged her breasts, and her nipples tightened. Then magical lips replaced the hands and suckled her breasts. She grasped and jumped as the unfamiliar sensations wreaked havoc on her body. She moaned again as teeth grazed her nipples and sucked gently. A warm, rough tongue traced her areola. She went mindless with pleasure.
    When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into liquid brown intensity.
    “Ivan?” she whispered. She couldn’t believe her friend was responsible for the pleasure coursing through her veins, threatening to set her on fire.
    “Shh,” he whispered and kissed her lightly on the lips before placing a finger over them. “Don’t say a word, don’t think, just let your body feel.” He removed the finger and kissed her deeply, gently biting her lip.
    Okay, this one time she was going to listen and stop thinking and just feel. She instinctively wrapped her arms Ivan’s neck to bring him closer. She ran her arms up and down his strong, muscular back. She couldn’t get enough of touching him and feeling his strong body on top of hers.
    He ended their passionate kiss and lifted his head to stare in her eyes. His eyes seemed black like midnight, blazing with intensity. She shivered as she returned his intense stare with newfound boldness.
    “Your eyes, they’re black, but they seem to be glowing,” Victoria stated as she lovingly smoothed his eyebrows with a finger. His eyebrows were perfect. Ivan was perfect. This unreal moment was perfect.
    He shushed her again and bent his head to lavish attention on her breasts again. She had always been self-conscious about their size. However Ivan treated them like they were lush and plentiful. “You smell like peaches,” he whispered. He traced feather-light kisses on her flat stomach, then blew into her belly button before kissing it. He was about to move his head lower when Victoria grabbed his head to stop him.
    “What are you doing?” She had a slight inkling what he was planning, but she’d never gone further than third base. Never let anyone see her . . . down there . So intimately. Heat flushed her body. She couldn’t.
    He squeezed her hand and moved his head lower. “I’m about to make you feel really good.” As he talked, his breath grazed her sensitive flesh, and she shivered. “Relax and let go, sweetheart.” He kissed the soft curls that guarded her most precious treasure. “Allow yourself to feel good for a change.” She jumped as he grazed one of her nether lips with his teeth. “Let me do this for you, please?” He lifted his head to look at her, and she shyly nodded.
    At his first kiss, unbelievable pleasure rippled through her like waves. Heat pooled and liquefied between her legs as Ivan parted her delicately and gave her another deep kiss, suckling the ultra sensitive little button that seemed to pulse out of control. He lavished it with attention. He licked it roughly, than softly. He kissed it gently, and then sucked it hard. She felt her body grow moist, then pulse and release, pulse and release, a prelude to something more.
    “You taste like peaches,