Free Sheikh's Command by Sophia Lynn Page B

get the latex disc placed properly, and then when she started to roll it down his long, thick shaft, it only pulled and tugged. Finally, it was on, and just as she was looking up to see his reason, he pushed her flat back on the bed.
    “This,” he growled. “This is what I have wanted since I laid eyes on you.”
    Without any more warning than that, he slid into her with a deep, perfect thrust, joining them so completely that they both moaned. She looked up to see an expression of pure awe on his face before he began thrusting into her deeply, filling her with each thrust before pulling back out to do it again.
    Olivia was carried away by sensations. The pleasure that he had been teasing and torturing her with was suddenly free to tear its way through her, and now she gave herself up to it. She twined her legs around his hips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She would do anything, anything to get closer to him and the things that he was making her feel.
    “Beautiful little songbird, so perfect, so damnably perfect, and all for me …”
    His words dropped into Arabic, murmuring words that sounded both loving and utterly filthy, and that only took her pleasure higher and higher. When he reached down to nip at her sensitive ear lobe, that was what did it. Suddenly, her body started shaking with pleasure, and Olivia tensed up to draw it higher as it broke over her.
    She was shouting, her body beyond her control, as she twisted her way to a climax beyond anything she had ever felt. It was as if she was being molded in fire, as if she were flying high on wings of flames. Somewhere beyond the veil of her desire, she could feel Makeen thrusting deeply into her with a final groan. He shuddered over her just as her own pleasure was receding, making her whimper with completion. She clung to him fiercely, in that moment, ready to protect him from all comers. Olivia had never thought that she knew much beyond her violin, but right now, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this man was hers. He was the one who would protect her, and he was the one that she knew she had to protect as well. There was nothing else to be done about it.
    He collapsed on top of her, his body a heavy weight that gave her a kind of pleasure and contentment of a sort she had never felt before. She stroked his back gently. There was a peace here that she had never known, something sweet and quiet now that the desire had been paid its due.
    It seemed like no time at all before Makeen heaved himself off and away from her, kissing her gently before going to the bathroom to clean himself and dispose of the condom. When he came back, he came to lie down next to her, on his side, with his hand draped casually and possessively over her belly.
    “Why didn't you tell me it had been so long for you?” he asked, kissing her neck.
    “Oh, was the lack of aptitude so very obvious?” she asked, slightly indignant.
    Makeen laughed at her offense before reaching his hand down to squeeze her between her legs. The motion, intimate and knowing, took her breath away, as well as reigniting a flame of desire that she would have thought had been extinguished for at least a little while.
    “You're tight, little songbird,” Makeen murmured. “I would have thought you were in pain if you had not clung to me and made sounds that urged me on …”
    She blushed, turning her head away. “I don't like it when you tease me,” she muttered.
    He kissed her shoulder placatingly. “I am not teasing you,” he said, his voice low and soft. “Only admiring.”
    With a soft sigh, she turned towards him. The room was nearly black now. She could not make out his expression, whether it was sweet or mocking, serious or amused.
    “I have never known a man like you,” Olivia said quietly. “I do not know whether to be afraid of you or to cling to you with everything I have.”
    With a single motion, he gathered her close and kissed her thoroughly. She was aware of how her body