Free Sheikh's Purchased Princess by Sophia Lynn Page B

time. She would have said that there was no way for her to feel as safe with him as she did but…
    But she did. She did feel safe with him, and that was why, never breaking eye contact with him, she started to strip. His dark eyes went wide when her white dress dropped down to the floor, and then, with as matter-of-fact a grace as she could muster, she undid her bra. She stood in front of him in nothing but her panties, resisting the urge to cover her soft, round breasts with her hands. Instead, she lifted her chin at him, forcing herself to speak calmly and clearly.
    “Well?” she asked. “Are you ready to keep up your end of the bargain?”
    His dark eyes slid along her curves. Adnan all but licked his lips, but he nodded.
    “God in heaven, you drive a hard bargain, but yes. Yes, we should sleep now. Come here.”
    The humor had gone out of his voice, and when she came to lie down beside him, he sighed with pleasure and turned to cuddle her. It was as if they had been sharing a bed for years. She relished the weight of his arm over her waist, the warmth of his breath against her ear.
    “Good night, Adnan,” she whispered, and when he didn’t answer her, she knew that he was asleep.
    He’s safe, he’s safe, she thought, like a prayer, and exhausted by her own worry, she drifted off as well.
    Emily was aware of an overwhelming feeling of warmth as she swam upwards into consciousness. Somehow, in the floating moments before she opened her eyes, she knew that she was safe. There was nothing in the world that could hurt her in this moment.
    She blinked sleepily, and when she could focus, her gaze was full of Adnan, propped up on one elbow and looking down at her.
    “Good morning,” she said softly, but in response, he only touched her hair, trailing a gentle finger down her face. There was something oddly possessive yet tender about the movement, as if they had done this for years.
    “I dreamed of you,” he said, his voice a quiet rumble. “I dreamed of waking up to you. Is it strange to have a dream of waking?”
    “I heard once it is good luck,” she murmured.
    Without thinking of what she was doing, she reached up to trace her fingertips down the side of his face, echoing his touch. She could feel the softness of his skin, the brush of stubble under her fingers, his pulse beating out the rhythm of life under her gentle touch.
    Afterward, she wasn’t sure who had moved first. All she knew was that the space between them shrank to nothing as they were pulled towards one another. There was a kind of gravity here that could not be denied, and she was tired of fighting it. His mouth on hers was gentle, but there was no stopping what was between them this time. She couldn't imagine stopping it.
    The kiss went on and on. Emily pressed against Adnan, that feeling of warmth and safety mingled with the first sparks of a pleasure she knew was hers for the taking. It had danced between them for so long, and now that it was actually coming, she was afraid that she might burn to a crisp underneath it.
    With a soft groan of appreciation, Adnan rolled her underneath him. He carried his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her; instead, it only made her more aware of him, his body, the sheer bulk of his strength.
    “I can't believe how good you feel,” he murmured, looking down at her. “I want to devour you…”
    “I want you to devour me,” she whispered, and it was as if she had released a beast off his chain.
    Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, rough and claiming, and when she reached up to touch his face, he pinned her arms to the bed beside her. Instead of making her frightened, it only aroused her more deeply, making her press up against him with need.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. “So utterly perfect and so utterly mine…”
    He wasn't content to just kiss her mouth. Instead, his lips moved to her throat and then down to the gentle rise of her breasts. It was as if her flesh remembered