He pulled his mouth away and she whimpered, but when she felt his mouth on her neck, biting and kissing her there, nibbling on her ear lobe, she didn’t care any longer and she kept on shifting, feeling that intensity creep higher and higher.
She couldn’t believe how much she needed this man, this movement. It was an ache inside of her, creeping higher, gaining in intensity. She pushed against him, pressed herself, shifted and moved. And then, in a sudden flash of bright lights, her body splintered apart. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body felt like it was all light and sound and every cell in her body just throbbed as pleasure stole through every muscle she had.
When she opened her eyes several minutes later, the sunlight coming into the room made her blink and her whole body felt weak. She looked up at Hussan, confused. “What just happened?” she whispered.
He was holding her against him, her legs still wrapped around his waist with both of his hands on her very soft bottom while he held her in place. “I believe you just had your first orgasm with a man,” he whispered softly and kissed her neck.
Isla gasped and pushed her hands against his shoulders. He let her legs drop down but kept his hold on her waist and she was glad for that, since her legs didn’t seem to want to hold her up. When she finally ordered them to stop wobbling, she pushed away from him, running her fingers through her hair, then again when she realized that her hair was now a mass of tangles. Had he done that to her? Just another issue to be angry with him about, she thought, adding that to her list.
“I need to go,” she whispered and blushed when her voice cracked and she had to steady herself with the wall behind her so she didn’t fall on the floor.
Hussan watched in fascination as she recovered herself from her first onslaught of passion and his body ached to see it one more time. And even more so, he wanted to bury himself into her softness and feel her climax while he was inside her. He wanted her throbbing around him as she climaxed and not while they both had all of their clothes on.
He shook his head and looked around. He was in his office, anyone could walk through the door to ask him a question or give him information and all he could think about was tearing off her clothes and laying her on top of his desk to make love to her. He cleared his throat and shook his head once again to try and clear his mind. “You still haven’t answered my question,” he said, grabbing her hand to keep her from leaving his office.
Isla was fighting back tears of embarrassment and couldn’t even look up at him when he spoke. “Please. Just…” she shook her head and twisted her hand out of his grasp. When she was free, she hurried out of the room, running down the hallway to the relative safety and security of her room. Or at least the room to which she’d been shown earlier.
There, she crawled onto the large bed and buried her face in the pillows, uncaring that her makeup would be smeared and her eyes all puffy. She couldn’t believe what a horrible day she’d had. Her whole world had been turned upside down by a man who infuriated and confused her. She didn’t know where to turn and had no one with whom she could ask any advice. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of her life, unsure how she could face that man after what had happened in the office minutes ago.
Hasan watched as his woman ran away from him. He was still hard and aching for her, and not just for sex. He painfully wanted to hold her and tell her that what she’d just experienced was beautiful and sexy and definitely nothing to be ashamed of. But something told him that going after her now would only make things worse. He’d give her a little time to get used to the idea of the passion they shared before talking to her again. They were definitely going to talk though. He liked the fact that anytime they touched, they seemed to go up in flames with each other. He’d been expecting the opposite, but was sincerely glad that she wasn’t a beautiful, yet frigid woman.
Yes, she’d make him the perfect wife in all ways.
Chapter 4
That woman was going to drive him insane!
He couldn’t believe that he could oust a violent dictator, quell a rebellion, rebuild his country and yet he couldn’t even get his fiancée to meet him for dinner. He’d sent word that dinner would be at eight o’clock sharp. But when he’d walked into the dining room, he was alone. He’d sent a servant to bring her to dinner and the servant returned ten minutes later with the news that his fiancée wasn’t hungry but to go ahead without her.
He damn well would eat his dinner with her across the table from him! “Have dinner served in her rooms then,” he snapped to the servant who was standing by nervously after relaying the information.
Hussan glared at anyone, servant or advisor, standing between him and his recalcitrant fiancée. Seeing the furious expression on his face, all of them quickly moved out of his way, pressing against the sides of the hallways to make room while his long, muscular legs ate up the distance.
Running away earlier in the afternoon was one thing. But hiding in her room for the rest of their marriage was definitely not going to happen. He wanted her at his dinner table, presiding over their meals and their children and anything else that came up. They needed to get to know each other and she was just being ridiculous by this latest act of defiance against him. Worse, this was a more public rebellion that he refused to accept.
He didn’t even knock when he entered her room moments later but his eyes swept through the area, hunting her down as if she were one of his prey. When he didn’t see her immediately, his mind instantly started to assume that she’d gone outside of the palace once again just to defy him as retribution for their earlier argument.
But his eyes did one more, quick sweep of the area and he found her in one of the darker corners of the lush courtyard, sitting on a stone bench looking up into the night sky. What she was looking at, he didn’t know or care. All he was concerned about was that he’d finally found her. He was hungry as well, both for food and for her.
“You’re late for dinner,” he said as he stepped out of the bedroom and into her courtyard. “I don’t like waiting for my meals.”
Isla stood up so suddenly her head started spinning. That might also be because her breakfast had been interrupted by the news that she was to be married and she hadn’t had the stomach for lunch. She was hungry, but had thought to slip out later in the night once the palace had quieted to find something to eat.