Free ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories) by Kylie Knight

his cravings. His mouth trailed down her neck, kissing and nipping at her. “Clarice,” he breathed against her neck, and she groaned.
    He was desperate for her. No longer interested in slowness or in waiting, his hands moved down her body until they found the full curve of her hips. There they moved around to grip her behind, hoisting her up off the floor.
    She gave a quick cry, but didn’t protest, and her legs wrapped automatically around his middle. He carried her like that to his luxurious bed, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings in her ear the entire way.
    When they reached the plush surface, he laid her down gently, cradling her head attentively until the softness enveloped her. Slowly, he took the time to explore her body. His hands caressed the outline of her hourglass body, slowly and carefully, aware that her dress still clung to her and covered most of what he wished terribly to see. And to touch.
    Still, he took his time. He caressed her. He kissed at what skin he could find. He whispered to her breast as though he could speak directly to her heart and she shuddered beneath him, her back arching.
    That was when he finally pulled down the zipper at the side of her red dress and tugged at it. He pulled it down from the top, exposing her large breasts, milky white with tiny nipples that were a dusky pink. He kissed each one reverently, listening to her sighs as they grew breathy and urgent. The dress came down further, exposing her slender waist and her navel. He kissed down the line of her body, his tongue dipping into her bellybutton briefly before moving farther down.
    When he tugged the dress past her hips, the rest shimmied off quickly, pooling in a heap of shimmery material at the base of the bed. All that was left were her panties, a lacy red to match her dress, making him wonder if she had intended for him to see them, or at the very least wanted him to.
    “Please,” she breathed, and he knew that she definitely wanted him.
    Resisting the urge to simply tear off her panties and fiercely claim her as his, he put his trembling hands on her hips. His fingers found the hem of her panties and he watched her suck in a sharp breath.
    Licking his lips, he tugged them down, inch by inch, pulling them off her hips and lower until her soft, sweet lips were exposed.
    He jerked her underwear the rest of the way off then, so that she was naked completely before him. He breathed in her musky scent before settling his mouth between her thighs. His tongue flicked out and slid against her moist folds. She jerked, her hips lifting slightly and her muscles tensing as she cried out, “Yes!”
    He tasted her for a long while, moving his tongue easily within her and then laving gently at the edges of her lips again. It must have been a slow torture for her, because he would never quite bring her true release and satisfaction.
    He needed that to come later, when he was buried inside of her. He wanted to feel her as she came undone.
    After a final flick of his tongue along her sweet lips, he pulled away. She groaned at the loss of him, making him smirk, but he didn’t return. Not yet. He stood, tugging his shirt the rest of the way off and allowing it to fall to the floor. Then he went to his trousers. He undid the belt and the button, then pulled down the zipper. Eyes locked on Clarice, he let his pants fall to the floor, exposing his bare body.
    He went to her then, crawling over her body onto the bed until they were aligned. Her breath caught. His eyes bored into hers.
    Without words, he asked if she wanted this and without words, she answered yes.
    Then he sheathed himself within her warm folds, burying himself inside of her until their hips pressed together and she gasped, a strangled sound that might have been his name. She clutched around him and he groaned as he began to thrust.
    His body responded to her as he knew it would, but his heart, it too soared and beat as though this moment were all it had ever