Free Sheikh's Possession by Sophia Lynn

it was truly wise. Today had punctuated the differences between them very clearly. She was a simple girl from the United States. He came from generations of wealth and nobility. She had only known him for a short time, and most of the time she had known him, they were fighting.
    And yet …
    No one had ever set her on fire the way that he had. No one had ever come close. There was nothing in her that did not want his touch, his mouth, his hands. The only thing that she feared was the consequence of what would come after.
    Before her time was up, she went to lock the door. Berry's hand was actually on the latch, but somehow, she could not make herself turn it. She could not force herself to bar the door to someone that she wanted that much, that she craved with every bit of her being.
    In the end, she left the door unlatched. She went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. She had thought that she would be pale, but instead there was a rosiness in her cheeks, and her lips were red from where she had bitten them. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
    Half an hour later, to the second, she would later think, the door opened. Suddenly, the energy in the room changed, and a part of her realized that all of the obfuscating civility that Rasul wore like a cloak was gone.
    The well-considered charmer was gone, and in his place was a man who exuded control, who would no longer be denied. Another woman would have been afraid, but in this moment, Berry was only excited.
    She stood up from the bed, and he watched her, a slight smile on his face.
    "You didn't bar the door," he said softly, and perhaps there was a bit of amusement on his face at a woman who had been so very careless.
    "I didn't want to." Berry meant for the words to come out defiantly, but there was something smooth and almost vulnerable about them. She hadn't wanted to. In the end, the urge to have him touch her was simply too strong.
    "Some might call that foolish," he observed.
    "Maybe," she said, regaining some of her composure. "All I know is that what I want is standing before me, and yet, he still will not come near …"
    The sound that Rasul made was nearly a growl, and she realized that there was no turning back now.
    Berry froze as he stalked towards her. She knew that she should stop him. She knew what happened when they touched each other, because once they started, they would not stop. It was like they couldn't stop.
    "You're in my blood," he growled, his voice low and terrifying. "No matter what I do, I cannot stop thinking about you …"
    She swallowed hard, because it was the same with her. No matter where she went or what she did, he was always there, in the back of her mind.
    "At night, I can still feel your touch," she confessed. "Sometimes, I lie awake and think that you have been kissing me, touching me." She wondered if she saw his eyes soften a little.
    "It is the same with me," he said.
    Now Rasul was only separated from her by a few feet of space. Instead of closing it, however, he reached for her instead. His hand stroked down her cheek, running light fingertips over her ear, her neck. He twined his fingers through the soft wisps of hair that fell over her ears, and then he reached behind her.
    It took her a moment to realize what he was doing. She felt him pick up her braid, rolling the elastic holding it down and flicking it away. Then she felt his fingers, clever and smooth, gliding through her hair, smoothing the braid out into soft waves as she closed her eyes. Her body remembered the pleasure that he had given her, and it was already crying for his touch. She clenched her fists helplessly, because she knew if she relaxed for a moment, she would simply be in his arms.
    "If you do not want this, I will go," he said. "I'll leave, and I swear, I will never touch you again …"
    "That's not what I want," she whispered, and she felt the shudder go through his body as clearly as if it had gone through hers.
    "If you tell me