Free Defying the Sheikh by Michelle Hughes

his duties with other wives that must come, but never would he forget this incredible evening with his innocent seductress. The sound of her soft breathing lulled him to his own rest and he surrendered to the call.
    The morning light pulled him from his sleep and he gently unwrapped her body from his, as not to wake her. Pulling the sheets over her, he smiled at the inviting image her small form made with her auburn hair splayed softly over the pillow. Reminding himself that she would likely be sore from her first taste of passion, he quickly dressed and moved outside to find his servants. After instructing them to bring their meals and fill the bath, he found his way back to the cabin. She still slept soundly and he would allow her to rest until the water arrived.
    He filled the tub himself with steaming hot water as they servants appeared at the door, refusing to allow any inside the room where his wife rested peacefully. When that task was complete, he filled a small basin with water, secured a cloth and approached the bed quietly. Lowering the sheet from her beautiful form, he dipped the cloth into the warm water ringing the excess water from it. Moving on to the bed, he parted her silken thighs gently and tenderly washed away the remains of her lost innocence.
    Michaela awoke to the feel of strong fingers caressing her core tenderly and felt her body respond instantly. Her eyes opened slowly and the site of her husband cleansing her sent a flush of pleasure and a slight embarrassment moving through her.
    "Good morning little one, his fingers continued the gentle assault and he smiled at the rosy flush of color that moved over her cheeks.
    "Good m-morning," she whispered softly, the sound turning into a moan at the ache his fingers were causing her. Merciful heavens she thought, how could she survive the pleasure again that he was building with each tender stroke?
    As her hips arched up slightly he tossed the cloth away and allowed a single digit to slide into her damp heat. Feeling her tense, he knew she was still sore from last night and he could not take her again, but he resolved to pleasure her.
    Sliding his finger from her clenching flesh, he quickly moved between her thighs before she could guess his intentions and his mouth found the sweet honeyed core of her femininity.
    Michaela gasped at the intimacy of his kiss and fought between the desire to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure or pull away from the sinful temptation. As his hands lifted her legs upon his shoulders and his tongue devoured her, the choice was no longer hers. Her release was powerful and unrelenting and came upon her with no warning. "Armon" she cried out desperately lost again to pure sensation.
    The taste of her on his lips was the sweetest nectar he had ever partaken and he drank from her like a man parched. She surrendered so beautifully and each powerful tremor gave him greater pleasure. When she lay limp underneath him, completely satiated, only then did he lift his mouth. "I would have you this way every morning," moving up the bed he placed a soft kiss on her lips.
    The taste of her own passion was strange but she could not resist him. He had overwhelmed her own soul, she thought as she returned his kiss in wanton abandonment. As he pulled away she could only glance up into his beautiful face in awe.
    Moving from the bed quickly, the urge to take her body again demanded he give her space. "Your bath is drawn, little one," he smiled, his dark chocolate eyes filled with happiness. "Holding out his hand he waited for her to accept it.
    She took his hand and felt her face flush again at being completely bare to his gaze. It was an odd feeling to allow him to gaze upon her body so openly. Following his lead as he walked toward the tub, she slowly stepped inside the warm water and sighed as she sat down. Her body ached in a delicious way and a small smile found her face.
    "You are happy?" Kneeling down beside the tub, he lifted a cake of