His hand moves down my body until it rests on my sex, but still not touching it, making me beg unashamedly. “Please.”
“We don’t need to rush.”
“Next time. Right now, I want you inside me, my Sheikh. Make me yours, Kamal.”
He lifts his hips, and I whimper when I feel his member seeking entrance inside me. The pleasure is so overwhelming that my eyes fill with tears.
I dig my nails into his buttocks, which seems to unchain something in him because he thrusts into me roughly.
It’s almost painful, but it’s also delightful to feel him opening me up. Filling me with his thickness, keeping me submissive to his masculine strength.
Our dance this time is almost desperate, as if knowing our time together is coming to an end intensifies our desire.
He pulls out only enough to thrust back inside me. Deeper each time, both hands on my waist, keeping me in place. Penetrating my body with vigor.
I moan his name incessantly as I feel the tormented waves of orgasm approaching, building up in my belly. I can’thold out much longer before surrendering to desire, and with a final cry, I climax, squeezing him inside me.
Kamal roars, without pausing the rhythm of his thick and long cock, murmuring words I don’t understand, kissing and biting me.
In a final thrust, he pushes in deeply and then groans—a powerful sound, a confirmation of possession—until he collapses on top of me.
I stroke his back, my legs locked around him as I think I was foolish to believe it would take a month for me to fall in love.
I don’t know if I can stay indifferent to him for even another day.
I don’t know if I’m immune at this very moment.
Chapter 23
“What happened, Maddie? I was worried when I woke up and saw your text,” Zoe says as soon as I answer the phone.
“It’s the kind of topic that shouldn’t be discussed over the phone unless it’s a video call.”
“I can talk.”
“I can’t. I’m still in Turkey, at Kamal’s palace. He’s sleeping, so we don’t have much time because he said we’d go out this morning to sightsee.”
“‘We’ as in both of you? It’s Sunday—it’s your day off in theory. Am I correct in supposing your plan worked, then? Are you two together?”
“Oh, Zoe, you have no idea. I got myself into a huge mess.”
“What’s wrong?”
“We were careless.”
“What do you mean, careless?” From the panic in her voice, I know she understands.
“Exactly what you’re thinking. We didn’t use protection one time. Now Kamal is saying that if I’m pregnant, we’ll haveto get married. But I take birth control pills to regulate my cycle, so I think it’ll be fine.”
“Madeline, stop. You’re not making any sense. Slow down. You’re anxious and mixing up some words.”
“We forgot the condom one of the times we made love.”
I tell her everything that happened after that. About when we were at the restaurant—the awkward conversation—and what Kamal said would happen in case of pregnancy.
“You don’t have to do this, Maddie. Christos and I will take care of you.”
“And raise a child without a father? Not that I’m concerned about what others will think, but is it fair to prevent my child from having a relationship with their father? Kamal told me he spends most of his time in Sintarah. Besides, he said the child would have a target on their back for being his kid. As a Sheikh, he is threatened often. Someone has attempted to attack him before.”
