I heard them all, and if only...
If only I had the courage to open my eyes and watch him.
If only I had therightto tell him that I want us to feel these...together.
Oh, if only.
But because so many secrets and rules separated us...
I could only struggle to stay silent even as listening to the sounds surrounding me created a responding ache deep within my body, and it was an ache that kept tightening and tightening until I knew it was only a matter of time—
Oh, how it kept building!
Just a matter of time before I...could no longer help it.
I flipped to my side like someone who was stirring in her sleep, not realizing as I did that my shirt, loose as it was, had dipped dangerously low on one side. All I could think about was sneaking a peek. All I wanted to know was if he was staring at me as he reached for the kind of pleasure that I could have given him. Pleasure that we could experiencetogetherif one of us just had the courage to...
Oh!
I nearly tensed, my eyes nearly flying open as the sounds from the sheikh suddenly became rougher and more erratic. A tense, frenzied feeling had tinged the air, and it left me dazed and aching because I knew it only meant one thing.
The sheikh was close.
So very close.
And then...oh.
I could feel him shuddering right next to me...just as the smallest drop of something warm landed on my cheek. My whole world threatened to spin off-tangent when I realized what that was. What that meant.
Oh, Mik’hail.
Minutes passed before all sounds from the sheikh completely faded into silence. Even the couple on the screen had quieted down, and soon I heard music start to play, the way it always did when the end credits started rolling.
Mik’hail swore under his breath, and it was all I could do not to move as I felt him staring at me.
Oh, how he stared at me.
And that was when I realized...
He liked seeing his mark on me.
And I...liked it, too.
So, so much.
And that was why, the moment I heard the door shut closed behind him, and I was all alone—
I didn’t even bother opening my eyes.
I just let my hands wander where they ached to go.
I imagined it was the sheikh’s touch instead of mine, and that was it. I could feel something building and building, and there was nothing left to do except chase it—
I swallowed back my cry as pleasure swept me away for the first time in my life.
I heard the door open, and I quickly stilled.
The sheikh came back, and I felt him gently wipe my cheek with a warm cloth.
