The Prince and the Pregnant Princess(Desert Rogues, Book 6)(24) by Susan Mallery
When she had finally returned to sanity, he moved down on the bed.
“Sadik, I’m more than content,” she murmured. “Really, you don’t have to do any more.”
“Perhaps I want to.”
She knew what he would do next and parted her thighs. As he knelt between her legs, she drew up her knees and dug her heels into the mattress.
The first time he’d insisted on this most intimate kiss after he’d already brought her to climax, she’d flat-out told him he was crazy. She was done. It had been great, but her time at the party was over.
He had managed to convince her otherwise.
Now he lowered his head and licked her. She was exquisitely sensitive and the feel of his tongue on her nearly brought her up into a sitting position. Heat flooded her, making her want to beg him to hurry, even as she needed the experience to go on for as long as possible.
He carried her higher and higher, and when she was close to exploding, he gently put a finger inside of her.
The back and forth movement mimicked the act to follow. He used both his mouth and his finger, first one and then two, until she was on the verge of climaxing.
Then he used only his finger until the tension subsided.
Over and over he repeated the process until finally she felt herself falling.
Slow, rolling releases surged through her body. They were like the tide, rushing in, one after the other, then slowly withdrawing. The lower intensity meant she could continue indefinitely and he drew the surreal experience on for several minutes.
When it became impossible for her to catch her breath, he stopped long enough to remove his trousers and briefs. Then he knelt between her legs and entered her.
At the first whisper of contact, she began to climax again. He pushed in, filling her, making her cling to him. They gazed into each other’s eyes, connecting in the most intimate way possible. With each thrust he pushed her over the edge.
She tried to hold back, to stop and gain some control, but it was impossible.
Being with him had always made her surrender.
He moved slowly, making them both wait. She finally knew that she couldn’t hold on any longer.
She tightened her muscles as hard as she could and tilted her hips. The unexpected action made him stiffen, then he called out her name, his voice hoarse. One more quick thrust and his body shuddered inside of her. Her own muscles contracted around him in a final release, sucking the last of her strength. She lay on the bed unable to move, barely able to breathe, sated beyond all reasonable expectation.
“I’d forgotten you were this good in bed,” she managed to say.
Sadik chuckled. “No, my goddess. You had not forgotten a thing.”
Of course he was telling the truth, but two could play at that game. “Had you?”
His smiled faded. “No. Not even when I tried.”
Okay, so the fact that he hadn’t forgotten about how good they were in bed meant what? Cleo tried to figure out if there were any nuances to his words, or if she should respond in some way. But before she could come up with a strategy, Sadik bent low and kissed her br**sts.
“The color of your ni**les has changed,” he said.
Cleo half raised herself to look. “Really?”
“You have not noticed?”
She couldn’t help smiling. “I have to admit I don’t spend a lot of my day looking at myself naked.”
Sadik brushed her belly with his hand. “I would spend all day gazing at you naked, if it were possible.”
The postlovemaking glow left her vulnerable. She didn’t think this was a good time to be listening to his compliments. They would only get her in trouble. The true disaster would be if she actually started to believe they meant something.
He nuzzled her belly. “And here, you have a dark line forming.” He placed his hands on either side of her stomach. “You carry my son.”
She stretched back on the bed. “The baby could be a girl. You might want to consider that.”
He ignored her…like that was a surprise. “My son. The first male grandchild of the king of Bahania.”
“I’m done arguing about the baby’s gender,” she told him. “Just be prepared to be wrong.”
His self-satisfied smile made her want to cuff him. “I am never wrong.”
She started to respond but was distracted by fluttering in her belly. “It’s happening,” she said, knowing she was crazy for wanting to share this with him.
But the baby’s tiny signs of life were precious to her, and there was no one else on the planet who would care as much, except for Sadik.
“Show me,” he demanded.
She took his hands and shifted them to the side. He pressed in slightly, then grinned when he felt the vibration.
“He is strong.”
Sadik was still as the movements continued. His hands were warm and comforting.
As she watched, his expression tightened. His eyes darkened with emotion. It took her a couple of seconds to figure out he felt love for their unborn child.
Love and adoration.
On the one hand Cleo knew she should be happy that he was so accepting of the baby’s presence. He could have been annoyed or denied that it was his. Then she reminded herself that if he were to have denied the child, she would have been free to leave. So that would have been a good thing.
Or would it? Perversely, she was glad he wanted their baby, even though it completely messed up her life. She hadn’t allowed herself to think through all the ramifications of having to live here. She had no idea what she was going to do with herself or what her role would be.
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