Sinfully His Page 6

  His fingers landed on my shoulders again and started to trail down across my collarbones. ‘You are truly stunning.’ Lower and lower his fingers went, until he found my breast, and an uncontrollable gasp leaped from my lips as he gently brushed the nipple with his thumb. It was so sensitive it almost felt painful as he repeated the caress, but then he soothed the nub with a hot lick that caused me to arch onto my tiptoes with a groan.

  ‘You’re so sensitive. So perfect,’ he mumbled, and I felt him chuckle as he drew my nipple into his mouth and sucked, causing me to jolt forward on my toes again. I was far too lost to the sensations to care that he was finding my reactions amusing.

  As he moved his attention to my other breast, I decided to join in the fun, and brushed my fingers along the front of his shirt and down towards his belt. Just below the leather I came to a large bulge straining the material and I ran the backs of my knuckles along the outline of his thick shaft.

  Feeling brave, I fumbled with his belt and zipper until both were undone and I could push my hand inside his trousers. As my fingers made contact with hot skin and soft curly hair, I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘It would seem I’m not the only one going commando today.’

  Khalil’s lips left my nipple for a second so he could look up at me and grin. ‘Can you blame me? I knew having you here was going to very quickly drive me wild, and it seemed I was correct.’

  I wrapped my fingers around his hard-on and gave him a squeeze for the cheeky comment which made him lurch in my grip and curse. From the way he hardened in my palm it seemed he had enjoyed the tighter grip, so I repeated it and then dragged my fist down his cock and back up again. It obviously felt good, because Khalil ripped his mouth away from my breast and let out a hoarse moan of pleasure.

  Khalil seemed to be enjoying our back and forth teasing, because he quickly recovered his composure and then continued with his delicious caresses as his hands slipped lower and began to inch up the bottom of my dress. It didn’t take long until my sundress was basically a belt around my middle, and then he dropped his fingers between my legs and traced up to my core. Khalil slowly circled a single finger around my clitoris and as pleasure danced around my body, I dropped my head back and moaned.

  I slid my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and gripped as he gently began to slide a finger inside me. ‘So tight...’ he mumbled in heated tones. He glanced up, watching me carefully. ‘Feel OK?’

  It felt so good that my eyes were practically rolling back in my head. ‘It’s amazing.’ He smiled at my slurred response and curled his finger, continuing with his lazy massage of thrusts, using the heel of his hand to rub my clit and cause a rising pleasure to burn through my veins.

  Without warning, Khalil removed his hand, and I immediately opened my eyes to protest, only to find him dragging his clothes off in haste. Quickly joining in, I pulled the scrunched material of my dress off and tossed it aside before dropping down onto the sofa behind me and making myself more comfortable.

  My eyes watched in fascination as he revealed his gorgeous body to me piece by piece. His chest was one of my favourite parts. I loved the tanned skin and firm muscles. Letting my eyes drift lower, I followed the trail of soft downy hair on his belly that led into his jeans, and then drew in a small excited gasp as he dropped his trousers and stood before me naked, with his erection jerking and bobbing in my direction.

  After smirking at my wide-eyed look, Khalil joined me on the sofa and dropped a hand between my legs again. We were practically touching from head to toe and his cock was pressing heavily into the side of my hip, a constant thrilling reminder that no matter how stunning he was, it was me who had made him this excited. No one else.

  The longer we touched the more an ache of desire built in the pit of my stomach, demanding to be satisfied. Khalil was working me towards a peak with his hand, but I wanted more. I wanted to reconnect with him properly. I wanted all of him inside me, right now.

  I started to squirm against him, my fingers sliding around his shoulders and digging into the skin of his back in a desperate attempt to get him closer. Khalil was still taking his time, presumably to make sure I was ready, but I’d had enough of waiting.

  ‘Khalil, please...’ I begged, desperate for him to ease the deep ache in my core.

  His lips were reddened and his pupils were dilated with desire as he reached up to brush a few stray hairs from my face. ‘I need you inside me,’ I stated, surprised at the force behind my words. Khalil watched me for a few seconds and nodded eagerly before pressing his lips to mine once again.

  After kissing me until I was lightheaded with desire, Khalil paused for breath, placed a quick peck on my nose, and then leaned to the side to dig through his jeans, retrieve a condom and roll it on.

  ‘Khalil...’ I gasped breathlessly. He responded to my plea by shifting his position so that he was propped over me.

  ‘It’s OK, Sara, I got you,’ he murmured, and proceeded to manoeuvre the tip of himself gently inside me. It almost felt like our first time all over again, and I gasped as his broad head stretched me. With some gentle rocking he slid in another inch, and I bit my lip at the fullness.

  ‘We’ve been apart a while so this might hurt,’ he whispered apologetically, before pressing himself in deep with one long, slow thrust. His stomach settled upon mine and we let out moans of pleasure as we were fully joined together again.

  ‘OK, little one?’ he asked, his tone strained.

  I was so lost in the sensations I couldn’t speak, but I managed a grin and a nod, which caused Khalil to pull in a breath and then kiss me, his tongue moving lazily against mine before he lifted his head, stared into my eyes, and began to move with more purpose.

  His thrusts were deep, but controlled, each one causing delicious tremors to flow through my entire body and I immediately knew I wouldn’t last long on this first time. The sensations blurred into one long, hazily beautiful swirl as he worked both my mind and body towards a peak that I’d dreamed of ever since we’d gone our separate ways. I tightened around him and a deep, pleasurable ache settle in my core, which told me I was close. On his next thrust back inside me, I exploded into a climax so strong it had me grasping at Khalil as I writhed against him, my channel convulsing around him like a fist.

  Khalil moaned in pleasure, and I let out a hoarse cry, as my orgasm seemed to go on and on. Seconds later, Khalil thrust in deep and paused, a guttural groan escaping his throat as his cock jerked and twitched inside me. I gently trailed my fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck as Khalil panted on top of me, both of us recovering after our mind-blowing orgasms.

  ‘That... was... amazing,’ I gasped. Khalil leaned up on his elbows and gazed at me with a grin.

  ‘It certainly was,’ he murmured. His forehead was damp, but his eyes twinkled with happiness. He gently eased himself out of me, rolled to my side with a chuckle, and kissed my shoulder and collarbone, making me shiver once again, before removing the condom and tying it up.

  ‘Are you OK?’ he asked softly, running the backs of his knuckles across my cheek.

  I nodded and smiled up at him shyly.

  ‘Good.’ He placed a kiss on my lips. My stomach gave an almighty growl, causing him to lean back and grin. ‘Hungry?’ he asked with a chuckle.

  I laughed and shrugged, but my stomach was having none of it and growled again, louder than before.

  He laughed and then placed a quick kiss on my lips. ‘Seeing as we’ve properly reacquainted with one another I think it’s time to eat. I’ve cooked for us.’

  We dressed and left the room, but instead of taking me to the large dining room I’d seen earlier on the tour, Khalil led me back to the kitchen. ‘I thought we could eat in here? It’s more relaxed.’

  The kitchen was large and fronted with huge glass windows overlooking the same view as the terrace. There were two well used sofas by the window, and a dining table big enough to seat eight, as well as two stools at the breakfast bar. It se
emed like the heart of the house, and was exactly my kind of room. ‘Of course. It’s a gorgeous kitchen.’

  ‘I spend most of my time in here,’ he admitted as he headed to the fridge and pulled out a tray. Khalil served up a selection of handmade dips, pitta bread, and vegetable slices to start, and poured us both a chilled glass of white wine before joining me on one of the sofas.

  We both tucked in, and then he lifted his glass and flashed me a lopsided grin. ‘Here’s to being back together.’

  My smile was so broad that my cheeks ached as I raised my glass and tapped it against his.

  ‘And to us being official,’ he added with a wink.

  ‘I’m actually quite surprised your parents agreed to let us date. I mean, that’s a bit of a no-no here in Somora, isn’t it? Isn’t it supposed to be marriage first, or dating with a chaperone at the very least?’

  Khalil narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly before placing his wine down on the table and giving me an intent look that I couldn’t interpret for the life of me. ‘Yes.’ ‘What’s that expression for?’ I asked, a nervous swirl starting in my stomach.

  He reached out to take one of my hands and cleared his throat. ‘I told a small lie to you when I said that my parents had agreed to us dating.’

  ‘They’re not OK with it?’ I choked in shock, putting my glass down in case I dropped it. Had he lied to trick me into seeing him again? If that was the case then I needed to leave, because there was no way I was going to allow myself to get sucked in by him, and then hurt when he spat me out and married his intended bride.

  ‘Hey, relax, it’s not what you’re thinking.’ Khalil gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and continued. ‘They know about you, and they know I came to find you at the dance yesterday. Once I explained my intentions towards you, my father was more than happy for us to date.’

  ‘Your intentions? What do you mean?’

  Khalil took a deep breath and levelled his gaze on me. ‘They are happy for us to date because... well... because I told my father that I planned to propose to you.’

  ‘You... You...’ Wait. He what? ‘What?’

  ‘Sara, I love you, and I want to marry you. Please say you will make me the proudest man alive by accepting me?’

  This was all so much to take in that my legs felt like jelly. It was just as well I was sitting down, otherwise I definitely would have fallen over by now.

  ‘My parents would very much like to meet you properly, little one – if you accept me of course,’ he added softly. I blinked up at him rapidly as I tried to get my mouth to work, but I was so shocked I couldn’t even manage to speak.

  At my continued silence, Khalil frowned. ‘Unless you need time to think it over. I understand this is all very sudden and must have come as a bit of a surprise.’

  We hadn’t known each other long at all, so this probably should seem sudden to me, but it didn’t. It just felt... right. Something deep inside me knew that this was the man I was supposed to be with. Swallowing hard, I finally managed to moisten my parched throat and get my voice to work. ‘I don’t need time... I was just in shock!’

  ‘Is that a yes, then?’ he asked, his eyes narrowing with keen curiosity.

  Trying to compose myself, I drew in a deep breath and then smiled broadly as I nodded. ‘Yes!’

  Khalil pulled me into his arms and kissed me, and our mouths met in a feverish clash of desire. Our hands traced over each other’s clothing and before I even knew it, I was astride Khalil’s lap and grinding myself down on his very obvious erection. We’d done it barely ten minutes ago, but it seemed he was more than ready for round two, as was I.

  Our passionate moment was only stopped when a shrill beeping erupted from somewhere behind us, causing me to jump and lift my head from his as I glanced around the room for the source of the high-pitched whining.

  Khalil let out a grumbled noise of irritation and then smiled up at me sheepishly. ‘My apologies, Sara. That’s the alarm on the oven. Our main course is ready.’

  I was about to tell him to forget the food so we could carry on, but he grinned and gave my hips a squeeze. ‘As much as I would love to ignore it, my security is top notch, we’d have half of the island’s emergency services descending on us if my smoke alarm goes off, so I better go and attend to it.’

  The idea of being caught mid-shag by a load of firefighters made me giggle. Even so, I reluctantly clambered from his lap before following him to the breakfast bar.

  Khalil turned off the oven and pulled out a large tagine pot before placing it on the breakfast bar, proceeding to get us two plates along with a refill of wine.

  While we were distracted by the food, I decided to ask a question that had occurred to me. ‘So, when you talked to your dad, did he ask about me? I mean you’re supposed t...’ Awkwardness made me pause, and I knew my cheeks were now bright red, but I continued nonetheless. ‘You’re expected to marry a virgin, aren’t you?’

  Khali’s eyes softened and he dropped the serving spoon to pull me into his arms before burying his head into the crook of my neck. ‘Which is exactly what you were before I tainted you.’

  ‘Tainted?’ I scoffed out an embarrassed laugh. ‘Hardly.’

  Khalil looked down at me with the predatory stare I was now so familiar with. It was the one that made his eyes twinkle wickedly, and always seemed to make my panties damp in the process. ‘Hmm, you’re right. Perhaps “claimed” is more appropriate, little one? Hmm? Because I knew in my heart that very first time that you were going to be mine forever.’

  His proprietary words made my skin heat and I gripped onto him a little tighter.

  ‘And in answer to your question, they haven’t asked directly, no.’

  ‘Directly?’

  Khalil rolled his eyes and smiled. ‘My father asked if you had ever been married before, which I think was his way of asking if you’d had a previous lover, or lovers.’

  I bit down on my lower lip and snuggled a little closer into his arms to avoid eye contact. ‘Oh.’

  ‘I told him that no, you had never been married, and that you hadn’t had any boyfriends before either, which I know isn’t strictly true, but was the easiest way to soothe his traditional outlook. I hope that was OK?’

  My throat was so tight with embarrassment that I feared I might squeak if I tried to talk, so I nodded instead as I tried to gather my confidence. ‘And... and do they know that you and I have slept together?’

  ‘ They may have guessed, seeing as I was naked when my father caught us in our pillow fight.’ He smiled wickedly and then placed a brief, sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. ‘But not for sure, no. I think my mother has guessed as much, though. I could see it in the way she looked at me in the days after you left. She knows I’m madly in love with you, and the romantic in her loves that.’

  Gasping, I clutched at his arms. I realised that although Khalil had now declared his love for me three times, I still hadn’t had the opportunity to return the sentiment.

  Khalil saw the panic on my face and frowned. ‘Hey, what’s the matter?’

  I was so desperate to say it that I nearly stuttered it all out in a jumble of words. ‘I haven’t... I mean, I never... I mean....’ Pausing, I took a deep breath to get myself under control, and then smiled shyly up at his confused face. ‘What I was trying to say was that I never got the chance to tell you I love you, too, Khalil.’

  His face softened into such a gorgeous smile that my heart melted. ‘Really?’

  Nodding, I rolled onto my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. ‘Oh yes. I love you so much.’

  Nodding once, he wiggled his eyebrows wickedly. ‘Just as well, really, because there’s no way I’m letting you go.’

  And with those words uttered, dinner was forgotten as he dragged me in for a kiss that very quickly turned into an early portion of dessert.

  Chapter Eight

  Today was the day I was meeting Khalil’s parents, and I was so nervous I felt sick. My skin was damp with an an
xious cold sweat as the car driven by Omar took me on the short journey across the island towards the royal mansion. We’d decided not to arrive together, to give his parents the impression that we were still at a relatively chaste phase of our relationship. We clearly weren’t – the endless hours we’d spent in bed over the previous weekend in his mountain house were proof of that – but with his parents’ traditional beliefs it would go in our favour if they at least thought we were taking things slowly.

  So many questions were swirling in my mind. What if his parents hated me? What if they asked me to leave Khalil? Or leave the island? Today really could go any way and I was now so nervous I wanted to leap from the car to run and hide.

  The gates opened before we’d even pulled to a stop and I strained to try to see if Khalil was already waiting on the steps for me as planned. As we pulled to a stop by the beautiful building, it was immediately clear to see that Khalil was not waiting for me, but instead Aliya hovered on the step with a shy smile on her face.

  Trepidation crawled through my veins as I climbed from the car and walked towards my friend.

  ‘Mr Khalil is delayed in a conversation with his father,’ Aliya said, ‘but he asked me to meet you and take you through to them.’

  ‘Oh. OK.’ I was so wound up today that her words just deepened my concerns. Why was he delayed? Was his father suddenly banning him from ever seeing me again?

  Aliya led me through the vast house towards a wing I hadn’t visited during my recuperation stay here. We went almost the entire way along the lavish corridor before she finally drew to a stop by a large set of doors.

  ‘Good luck!’ After her good wishes she opened the doors with a flourish and then hurried away, leaving me standing in the doorway, desperately wanting to call her back for a bit of moral support.

  Turning my attention to the room, I gulped as I took in its size. It was an absolutely gigantic sitting room and at the far end Khalil and his father were standing in conversation as his mother sat just off to the side. Had they deliberately picked the biggest room in the house for our meeting? Maybe the Sheik was trying to demonstrate to me just how different the circles we travelled in were. If that were the case, he’d succeeded, because I was fairly sure that my little flat back in the UK could fit into this room about ten times over.