The Sheikh and the Virgin Princess(Desert Rogues, Book 5)(57) by Susan Mallery
Two scars, one more round than the other, stood out on his skin. She started to ask how he’d been hurt, but figured this wasn’t the best time. Then her gaze moved lower to the darker blond hair at the base of his erection.
“I don’t have a frame of reference,” she said. “Is it big?”
“I’d like to touch you.”
She put her hand on him. He was warm and dry, with velvet-soft skin stretched over pulsing steel.
“Does being so hard hurt?”
She tilted her head to see between his legs. He parted for her. She moved down to stroke him lightly. From there, she touched his thighs. He had long legs and well-shaped feet. What looked like a scar from a knife cut through his left thigh. All in all, he was a darned impressive package.
“When does the condom go on?” she asked.
She reached over him and opened the box, then handed him a square package. He opened the plastic and unrolled the protection.
“Did you have to practice that when you were younger? I mean you seem pretty good at it.”
He raised himself into a sitting position and urged her to lie down. “It’s not a difficult skill to master.”
Suddenly she found herself on her back, gazing up at him. Her nerves returned. “I’ve liked everything we’ve done so far. Am I going to like this?”
“I’ll do my best.”
He bent down to kiss her. Before their lips touched, she grabbed his arms. “I should probably tell you that I asked my doctor a few years ago, and she said that there’s no, um, physical proof of me being a virgin.”
“Thanks for letting me know. That should make it less painful.”
She glanced down at his maleness. It did look kinda big to be slipping inside of her easily.
“Don’t think about it,” he told her, then leaned low and kissed her. His hands moved between her legs.
Now that she knew what to expect, she relaxed into the pleasure that spilled from his fingers. He found that one spot again, but after teasing it for a bit, he moved and slipped a finger inside of her. This was a completely different sensation. He pushed in deeply, then stroked the inside of her.
Her body instantly contracted around him. She gasped. It had been like before, only less intense. Sort of a minisurrender. He thrust into her again, faster this time. She felt another contraction.
Rafe swore under his breath, and she stiffened.
“I’m sorry. What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing.” He kissed her. “You’re doing everything right. It’s just you’re so hot and wet and I can’t wait to be inside of you. I can already feel you climaxing. It’s your first time and I’m supposed to show a little control. I don’t know if I can.”
She liked the idea of him being overwhelmed by passion. “Just do the best you can,” she said soothingly.
He moved over her, kneeling between her thighs. He parted her with his fingers, and she felt something thick pushing inside of her. It felt nothing like his finger. Her body stretched in a way that made her uncomfortable—more and deeper until he was buried inside of her.
It was done.
He loomed over her, supporting his weight on his arms. She gazed up at him and felt her heart contract. She’d waited a long time for this moment, and even though the journey had felt endless, she couldn’t complain about the destination. This was exactly where she wanted to be.
“Ready?” he asked.
He withdrew and moved back inside. She tilted her hips to help. Again and again he slipped into her, pulling out only to ease into her again. In time she didn’t feel quite so stretched. The gentle rhythm grew almost pleasant. Then Rafe reached between them and touched that bundle of nerves buried just below the skin. He rubbed the exact spot in exactly the right way. She felt herself tensing.
It was just as amazing and yet it was different. Better. She liked the sensation of him filling her. She grabbed his hips to pull him closer. He was forced to stop touching her, but she didn’t care. She needed more of what he had. More of him.
He lowered himself onto her and kissed her. Their tongues tangled, mimicking the act of love. Pressure build inside of her. More, she thought frantically. More and more and more.
Then she lost herself in a whirlwind of release. She pulsed and cried out and gasped and held on to him as her body spent itself. When she was nearing the end of her journey, she felt him stiffen and call out her name.
Zara opened her eyes to find Rafe looking down at her. She watched him climax in a moment so intimate she found she couldn’t breathe. They held each other close as the last shudders rippled through their bodies.
At that moment she knew she’d lost something more important than her virginity. She’d also lost her heart.
Rafe broke his second fundamental rule when he stayed with Zara into the night. They slept entwined, or at least she slept. He simply held her and stared into the darkness. Of course, when compared with actually deflowering a virginal client who happened to be the long-lost daughter of a ruling monarch, staying in said virgin’s bed for the night didn’t seem like such a big deal.
She breathed deeply as she slept, making occasional soft noises and cuddling next to him. He liked the feel of her bare skin against his, the scent of her and their lovemaking lingering. When he closed his eyes, he could see them touching each other and remembered what it had felt like to enter her. She’d been so willing, so responsive, so giving.
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