The Sheikh's Lost Bride - completed

Chapter Fifteen

Liza surrendered to him completely. Everything came so naturally. To touch him, kiss him was as easy as breathing, as if she had known him all her life. It felt so right, coming alive in his arms as he wakened her body to the delights of pleasure. His every touch designed to bring her body alive, singing to his tune, especially when he removed her sleepwear, leaving her naked before him, eating her up with his eyes.

His fingers skimming over aching breasts, over the hard nipple that he took into his hot, wet, mouth, sending her over the edge, her body trembling, nerves tingling throughout, belly tightening, growing wet with need. She arched back, crying out his name. His touch so familiar, so wonderful that brought rejoicing to her soul. Covering her face with kisses, he guided a leg up around his hip, where he nestled between her legs. His hard throbbing arousal pressed against the flesh of her belly that quivered with anticipation.

She savoured every touch of his lips upon her. His woody, spicy scent swirled around her. Her fingers embedded through his thick, soft, silky hair, curling her fingers into, breathing laboured, and whimpering from the slow, torturous, bubbling erotic pleasure. His mouth claiming hers hungrily, greedily, tongue thrusting deeply in, tangling and dancing with hers. Her fingers curled tighter in his hair, holding him to her as she kissed back vigorously, moving against him, placing her other leg around him, heels digging into his lower back.

"Casey," he moaned as his mouth pulled away. Her eyes flew open, he stilled. "Liza, I am so sorry," he looked so devastated.

She caressed his scalp with her fingers, shaking her head and brought him back down to her and kissed him, showing him it was alright. Feel, not think. She was done with thinking. She wanted him, more than anything, lifting her hip towards him in invitation.

Breaking free, he placed kisses across her face, to her neck, taking skin into his month, branding her with his mark as her arms went around his neck as he strummed her body to breaking point, the tip of him at her entry. Gently he pushed; she pushed up harder, welcoming all of him, exploding into a million pieces, his name on his lips as stars danced at the back of her eyes as he filled her to the hilt. He stilled, both savouring.

"Home," he breathed against her ear. "I am home again." Then began to move inside of her, slowly, deeply, every inch of him. So big, she stretched to accommodate him. His fingers dug into her leg as he thrust harder, deeper, bringing her to the brink again, calling out his name as she climaxed, meeting him in every way until he tensed, shuddered and fell into her waiting arms. Her legs slid down his slick legs, keeping him to her.

"Liza," he moaned rolling onto his side, taking her with him. "I am too heavy for you."

"Never," she sighed snuggling up against him, stroking his slick chest. "Home," she whispered, kissed his chest, and then fell asleep in his arms.

"Yes, my love, we are home," he brushed damp hair from her face, so he could see her. One could never replace what they had lost, yet it was like they had never parted. She had known his body and what he liked. She had spent many hours discovering exactly what he liked. As he had her, yet had held back. She needed time. And time is what he can give her. He had meant what he had told her. Time to make things right. With a smile on his lips, his eyes closed, never feeling as contented as he did now.

He woke before she did. His arm around her, spooning her as she slept. Tahir can't believe she had done it again. She asked, he did, watching over her, only to reach for the phone as it rang. "Yes," he answered lazily.

"Where are you?" An impatient voice echoed down the phone.

He released a long breath. "What now Malika?"