The Sheikh's Impossible Girl - completed.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tarazi hovered over her. The bedding lowered down over his bottom on his elbows at the side of her head, Ashley staring up into his hooded eyes, her hands spread over his broad back. His dark head lowered, hovering close to her swollen lips from his drug-like kisses.

And she's addicted. His smouldering gaze hooded, burning into her soul.

This wasn't a mistake. A mistake would've been not being true to each other as they were. Lovers, foremost than anything else. Live for the moment, breathing him in. This was true. For how long she didn't know and didn't care. She loved him. It was simple as that, even if who he was in the scheme of things, also wasn't. She's done with overthinking.

Feel. Just feel.

Arching towards him, feeling his reaction. His arousal pressed against her thigh, shifting against him, inviting, eyes closing as his lips lowered, capturing her lips with his own. Everything washed away. Just them, together as one.

A rapture of ecstasy, surged through her, wrapping her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his bottom as he filled her with his length, meeting him in every way, every thrust, bringing her to the brink, clinging onto him as they hungrily relish each other.

Crying out his name as she erupted into a thousand shattering pieces, arched back, as did he, shuddered and fell into her waiting, weak, loving arms, easing off towards the side, holding her against him as they slowly fell back from the heavenly heights.

It was love, even if they couldn't admit it or put a name to it.

He was a prince, tied to his family, what they expected of him and who he married. It was just who she was. Love him and would until she wasn't allowed to anymore. Not by her, by circumstances. At least she had tasted it, found it, enjoying the feel of him upon her, refusing him to leave her, tracing fingers through his damp hair.

They smelt of musk and sex. Her leg over his hip, tasting his salty skin, flicking her tongue over his dark nipple that hardened under her touch. His fingers threaded her hair, holding her to him, chest heaving. Feeling boneless against him. Her fingers brushed down his arm and froze. 

Her eyes flew up to him as his dark head lifted, searching.

"Beloved, there is nothing to be concerned about."

She blinked at him. "Doesn't it need changing?" The last couple of days had passed in a haze of lovemaking. "I'm sorry." She had been neglecting her duty to his needs.

Shifting, she settled at his side; the bedding falling away, leaving her bare to his sight that he enjoyed, reaching up and touching the underside of a breast. "Tarazi," she moaned. "How can I see to your needs if you're doing that?"

A slow smile curled his lips. "I thought you were looking after my needs perfectly," he purred. His good arm went around her waist and guided her back to him, placing his lips on her swollen, heavy breast, taking a beaded nipple into his hot, wet mouth. And she's lost, pushing deeper into his mouth. Gasping, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair.

Moaning, she buried her face into his hair. "God help me, I only have to look at you and I'm wet."

Laughing, he pulled back. "Good to know. I'm not the only one." He reached for her hand and pressed it against his swollen shaft. Lowing back onto her calves, she watched the pleasure on his face as she gently curled her hand around him, releasing him, as she slowly fingered him from hilt to tip, brushing over the seepage that she brought up of her mouth and tasted. This time taking him in both hands and caressed down.

The thrill of touching him held no boundaries. He was magnificent, enjoying the tormented pleasure on his face. She held this power over him, a rush beyond words. His explosion of words also thrilled her as his hands clamped on her hips and edged her closer to him, over him, eyes blazing with heat as they burned into her.