It’s not a simple touching of lips; it’s as if he wants to mark me.
Kamal is fire; his heat is consuming, making me burn all over.
I surrender to the kiss, giving him my mouth so he can devour me. My capitulation apparently drives him wild.
He pulls me closer, squeezing me in his arms, and it’s like being surrounded by a fortress.
Our tongues engage in a sexy battle, and I feel my nipples harden.
“You are peace and turmoil,” he says, and I’m not sure if he’s speaking to me or to himself. “When I’m inside your body, I feel like I could die trapped in the wet heat of your pussy. But there’s another side, the insatiable hunger. Why so hungry?”
His powerful words run through me like a drug, clouding my judgment and my senses.
The second kiss is hard, urgent, demanding submission. And the strange thing is: I want it. I want to give him everything.
I stagger against his body, my knees weakening, and he picks me up again.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Don’t say things like that, or I won’t let you go when this weekend is over, Madeline.”
He lays me on the bed. In the darkness again, our eyes search for each other.
My entire body is engulfed by desire, yearning for his dominance. “That’s what I want, my Sheikh. You inside me. All of you in me, Kamal.”
He undresses me and himself hurriedly, and I barely register what’s happening until I feel his naked body on top of mine.
His large hand reaches my sex, and I shake under his touch.
Whimpering, I arch my body, and he kisses me eagerly in a hungry search.
The pleasure from the mere contact of our skin almost makes me explode. It feels like electric currents are running through me.
He brushes his length against my sex, and in a last moment of lucidity, I remember the condom.
When I say it out loud, he says something incomprehensible in his own language and gets up from the bed.
It doesn’t take long for him to fit between my thighs again, his hand pulling me by the nape to kiss me.
I stroke his hair, suddenly wanting more than just furious sex. That thought alone changes the atmosphere between us.
His touches become gentler, a delicate touch with his fingertips, as if he wants to map me. “You drive me crazy, Madeline. So beautiful.” His teeth sink into the skin of my shoulder. “So mine.”
The warmth of his breath on my face is another turn-on, and as he moves his mouth and grazes his stubble over my neck, I whimper and squirm.
I feel my body tingling everywhere he touches. It’s like I’m in a sexy cobweb, where thoughts have no room, just my five senses.
His demanding mouth finds my lips again, and one of his hands grabs my breasts. My nipples ache with pleasure from the contact. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer.
Kamal lowers his head and flicks his tongue over the tips of my breasts, alternating between sucking and biting.
My body arches perfectly, like an instrument played by an experienced musician.
He grabs both of my breasts, his thumbs circling the nipples while his mouth consumes me in a ravishing kiss.
The pleasure is intense but also torturous because I long for more.
The pressure of his body on top of mine, the way his thick thighs force their way between mine, makes us two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces. I have no choice but to open up to him, give him everything.
