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with his tip. He entered, then retreated and rubbed against her throbbing folds. When she thought she could take no more, he entered her in one bold thrust that sent heavenly heat rushing through her. When she would have started to move with him, he withdrew again and she almost sobbed.
“If you must speak, then you must beg. Tell me what you want.”
His lips hovered over hers.
His manhood hovered over her ready center.
Zhang’s hands closed hungrily on Rachid’s back. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He licked her bottom lip. “Beg.” His tip teased her folds.
Zhang’s eyes locked with Rachid’s, all pride or pretense falling away. “Please,” she begged urgently. “Please.”
He entered her fully, his hands holding her hips firmly. Just when she thought it couldn’t get better than his forceful thrusts, he adjusted her again and hit a spot that sent her into mindless abandon.
The waves ebbed, but the pleasure didn’t. He rolled so she was straddling him again, with him still inside her. He moved her hips until she met him thrust for thrust. Kneeling gave her the freedom to find her own pleasure while giving him his. She felt his release and bent to kiss him while she enjoyed a second round of ecstasy.
She slumped onto him. When she would have said something, he put a finger to her lips and said, “Don’t speak, I don’t have the energy yet to punish you again.”
She smiled against his finger and nodded.
Their breathing slowed and she fell asleep on top of him.
The next few hours passed with a combination of periodic naps, gentle exploration and slow pleasuring. Pretense was forgotten and they were simply two people who had stepped outside of their regular lives and tasted heaven.
A knock on the suite door abruptly brought them back to reality. Rachid stood quickly, pulled on the pants of his tux and answered the door shirtless, leaving Zhang buried in a pile of pillows. He threw the door open and bellowed in Arabic, “I told you not disturb me.”
A traditionally dressed older man Rachid had yet to learn the name of said quickly, “My apologies, Your Highness, but your father and brother are in the library and wish to speak to you.”
With that, fantasy time shattered like a glass dropped on a tile floor.
“Tell them I will be with them in five minutes.”
The man bowed slightly and closed the door after saying, “As you wish, Your Highness.”
Rachid turned to see Zhang standing in the middle of the room wrapped in one of the tapestries. “Rachid?”
“Get dressed, Zhang.” No use trying to sneak her out – his father knew she was here. There was no other explanation for why he would come to the oasis when they’d already made plans to meet at his palace later that day.
The castle staff must have called him last night.
And why not? They have no allegiance to me .
Zhang stepped forward. “What is it? What happened?”
In frustration, Rachid snapped, “Do as I say! Get dressed. I’ll return as soon as I can.”
Zhang searched his expression and apparently didn’t like what she saw. She said, “There’s no way that I’m going to wait here quietly unless you tell me what’s going on.”
Rachid was too busy tucking his shirt into his pants and hunting down his shoes to answer. If Ghalil was with his father, things were going to get worse before they got better. A quick check in the mirror made him groan.
I look like I spent the night doing . . . exactly what I was doing.
Damn.
He tried to tame his wild hair but gave up. It was more important not to keep his father waiting.
I should have anticipated this possibility.
His father would never understand a woman like Zhang. With any luck, her identity wasn’t known. The faster he got her out of the country, the safer it would be for her. Instinctively, he took a key off a small table near the door.
She hadn’t moved.
He groaned. “You need to get dressed and be ready to leave by
“If you must speak, then you must beg. Tell me what you want.”
His lips hovered over hers.
His manhood hovered over her ready center.
Zhang’s hands closed hungrily on Rachid’s back. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He licked her bottom lip. “Beg.” His tip teased her folds.
Zhang’s eyes locked with Rachid’s, all pride or pretense falling away. “Please,” she begged urgently. “Please.”
He entered her fully, his hands holding her hips firmly. Just when she thought it couldn’t get better than his forceful thrusts, he adjusted her again and hit a spot that sent her into mindless abandon.
The waves ebbed, but the pleasure didn’t. He rolled so she was straddling him again, with him still inside her. He moved her hips until she met him thrust for thrust. Kneeling gave her the freedom to find her own pleasure while giving him his. She felt his release and bent to kiss him while she enjoyed a second round of ecstasy.
She slumped onto him. When she would have said something, he put a finger to her lips and said, “Don’t speak, I don’t have the energy yet to punish you again.”
She smiled against his finger and nodded.
Their breathing slowed and she fell asleep on top of him.
The next few hours passed with a combination of periodic naps, gentle exploration and slow pleasuring. Pretense was forgotten and they were simply two people who had stepped outside of their regular lives and tasted heaven.
A knock on the suite door abruptly brought them back to reality. Rachid stood quickly, pulled on the pants of his tux and answered the door shirtless, leaving Zhang buried in a pile of pillows. He threw the door open and bellowed in Arabic, “I told you not disturb me.”
A traditionally dressed older man Rachid had yet to learn the name of said quickly, “My apologies, Your Highness, but your father and brother are in the library and wish to speak to you.”
With that, fantasy time shattered like a glass dropped on a tile floor.
“Tell them I will be with them in five minutes.”
The man bowed slightly and closed the door after saying, “As you wish, Your Highness.”
Rachid turned to see Zhang standing in the middle of the room wrapped in one of the tapestries. “Rachid?”
“Get dressed, Zhang.” No use trying to sneak her out – his father knew she was here. There was no other explanation for why he would come to the oasis when they’d already made plans to meet at his palace later that day.
The castle staff must have called him last night.
And why not? They have no allegiance to me .
Zhang stepped forward. “What is it? What happened?”
In frustration, Rachid snapped, “Do as I say! Get dressed. I’ll return as soon as I can.”
Zhang searched his expression and apparently didn’t like what she saw. She said, “There’s no way that I’m going to wait here quietly unless you tell me what’s going on.”
Rachid was too busy tucking his shirt into his pants and hunting down his shoes to answer. If Ghalil was with his father, things were going to get worse before they got better. A quick check in the mirror made him groan.
I look like I spent the night doing . . . exactly what I was doing.
Damn.
He tried to tame his wild hair but gave up. It was more important not to keep his father waiting.
I should have anticipated this possibility.
His father would never understand a woman like Zhang. With any luck, her identity wasn’t known. The faster he got her out of the country, the safer it would be for her. Instinctively, he took a key off a small table near the door.
She hadn’t moved.
He groaned. “You need to get dressed and be ready to leave by
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