The Sheikh's Mistaken Twin - Completed.

Chapter Twenty

Kaden eased back on his calves, the fire blazing and watched on amused as she jiggled and twirled around the skirt flaring out exposing bare-toned legs, then plonked down onto the mattress, hair free.

The headband was tied properly this time, coins dangling on her forehead, tied back behind her hair, sheer strips of material dangled down her back from under her hair, looking like a proper belly dancing princess, legs out, crossed at the ankles.

One ankle dressed with a chained anklet matching the chained bangle on her upper arm.

There was no sight like it, leaning back on her hands behind her, smiling at him, eyes twinkling, her soft delicious lips that begged at him to be kissed. She was very addictive, and to think no one had tasted them apart from him.

Lips, he'd planned, won't be shared by anyone but him.

There had to be a way to keep her here with him.

She wasn't the problem. Ronnie was. Send her home when due tomorrow and entice Elnora to stay. He could offer her a reason to stay, not wanting to scare her away. He had been waiting for her all his life, not one princess or woman who had passed through his life had he wanted to spend the rest of his life with until now.

It won't be easy, a lot of hurdles to get over, and he would for her.

She could do studies on his culture, on their myths, and broaden her horizons.

A plan was forming, as he stood and excused himself going into the tent to change, into clothes of yesteryear that those movies portrayed. The romantic hero Sheikh, a warrior of the desert, swept the heroine into his arms and rode off into the desert.

Exactly what he wanted to do with his little dancer, collecting his camera as well and keeping it close to the entry, under his headdress he hadn't donned, also removed a veil that she had forgotten, adding to the costume. 

When he joined her, her eyes widened at the sight of him, eating him up.

Just the reaction he wanted, heat soaring through him, as he knelt over her and added the veil, not covering her face, draped from behind over her hair and back, easing back stroking the side of her face with his fingers, under the chin tilting up so he could kiss those lips again, her name on his lips before claiming her with heated passion.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, easing them both down onto the provided mattress with bolsters. Under the moonlight, they discovered each other in the desert, yet wouldn't go any further than kissing and exploring hands on their bodies.

Ellie seemed fascinated by his male form, taking him close to the edge as she explore his contours, growing bolder as she grew in confidence, her drug-like kisses and electrifying touch, making him harder with a burning need that he had to ease out of her arms, mumbling something about dinner, heading back towards the tent, where he needed to cool down quickly, looking back.

Ellie contented where she was, stretched out of the mat, arms over the bolsters, lips softened by his kisses, looking like a siren, a temptress luring him back for the pleasure of the flesh, instead headed for the water, stripped bare and had a quick dip, cooling down his libido, barely.

In a hurry, he had forgotten to bring a towel.

His head was all over the place from just kissing his little dancer, the nectar of the gods, beginning to think she came from the gods. Made just for him.

Dinner was delayed, so she devoured what he had cooked, He had a feeling more to do with the slow seduction they had been enjoying. Very traditional food fitting for the setting, eating with their fingers, that she licked, even shared, often kissing away the juices that run down her chin, laughing.