“Oh, God,” he gasped.
Alex strained upward, her tongue just touching him. She could hear him panting loudly, his heavy breathing filling the room.
“Let me,” she said.
“You don’t have to.” He was hoarse.
Her reply was to open wide and suck the tip of his penis into her mouth. He cried out. And Alex began to suck him in earnest then. His thrusting rhythm increased.
“More,” Alex managed.
He thrust deep.
Alex wrapped her arms around his hips and sucked him hard.
A moment later he had pulled out. He grabbed a hank of her hair. For one split instant, their gazes met, his savage. He ground his mouth down on hers, forcing her lips open. Their tongues mated with violence.
He pulled away. His biceps bulged. His chest heaved. The veins stood out on his temples. He nudged her thighs farther apart and very deliberately, his eyes blazing into hers, he rubbed the tip of his penis against her.
Alex closed her eyes and let him stroke her, lease her, pleasure building inside of her in waves. He paused, throbbing against the entrance to her vagina.
“Tell me,” he said.
“Please,” she heard herself rasp.
He prodded gently.
She understood. “Blackwell,” she wept.
And he impaled her.
His entry was rough and knifelike, but she had been waiting forever to be rejoined with him and she laughed while she sobbed his name.
He pounded into her, his arms bands of steel around her, their heartbeats thundering as one. “Dear God,” he gasped. “Alexandra!”
His hands lifted her, her knees locked around him. Alex could not believe it, but she was climaxing before they had even begun. She cried his name again and again, heard him moaning helplessly. He began to convulse. She felt him ejaculating, wet and warm, she felt him quivering inside of her.
They held each other, shaking, breathing hard. Alex kept her eyes closed, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She was terrified of meeting his gaze, terrified of returning to reality. So she just held on.
“Jebal, I must speak with you,” Zoe said.
Jebal frowned. “Zoe, I am busy, can you not see?”
Zoe smiled politely at Farouk. She was thoroughly veiled so that the bashaw’s prime minister could not see her face. “It is very important, dearest husband, otherwise I would never interrupt you. But I have information about Zohara, information you must have.”
Jebal started, then nodded. “Excuse us for a moment, Farouk.”
The big man stood. “Jebal, we can finish our discussion later. I have other appointments as well.”
Jebal nodded and watched until Farouk had disappeared through the door. He faced Zoe. “What malicious slander do you intend to spread now?”
Zoe inhaled. “That is unfair!”
“Is it?”
“Yes.” She scowled. “Do you know that Murad leaves the palace constantly?”
“With his mistress’s consent, that is hardly a crime.”
