Page 130 of Bred By the Sheikh

I came hard enough that my arms shook.

My cock pulsed inside her.

Chrissy covered my hand on her stomach with hers and held me there.

I eased her forward onto the cushions and followed her down without pulling out.

I stayed buried until the last wave passed.

Neither of us moved for several seconds.

Then Chrissy kissed my cheek.

“You’re heavy.”

I brushed my mouth over her neck.

“That’s very romantic.”

“I’ve been romantic all day.”

“You definitely have.”

“I’m tired.”

I shifted my weight onto one arm.

“Is that better?”

“Much better.”

I kissed her slowly.

Then I eased out of her.

Chrissy exhaled.

I lay beside her and pulled her against me.

The terrace fans kept the heavy night air moving.

Her head settled on my chest.

After a minute, she lifted her left hand.

The ring caught the low light.

“It still looks insane.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“I’m not sure I want to.”

“Why?”

“Because I like looking at it and thinking, holy shit, I’m marrying Tariq.”

I laughed.