Sheikh’s Fiancée (16 page)

She stood quietly for a moment, and then she raised her eyes to him. “I want you to take me outside,” she said. “I want to see what the night sky looks like in this part of the world.”

He looked surprised for a moment, but then he nodded. “An excellent choice. Come with me.”

Instead of leading her outside as she thought he would, he led her through the villa and then up a winding staircase. When they reached the top of the stairs, he opened a small door and gestured her through it first.

Tiana stepped onto a small widow's walk at the rear of the villa, and she looked up and up at the night sky, her mouth open with delight. This far from Athens, the sky was enormous, a velvety black with stars scattered across it. She could make out the path of the Milky Way, she could see the stars as they had sparkled for people through the last thousand years.

 “I wish I had my camera,” she whispered rapturously, staring up with wide eyes. She could see the constellations she was used to, trace their lines from one to another, but they were so achingly clear here, so lovely and bright.

She turned to Alexandros with a grin, but he realized soon that he wasn't looking at the sky at all. Instead, his gaze was focused on her, and the expression on his face was hard to read.

“What are you thinking?” Her voice was hushed, as if they were in church. There was something holy about being under the night sky with him, with nothing between them and the heavens.

“I am thinking about you,” he said softly.

When she didn't flinch or pull away, he put his hand on hers, pulling her close.

“I don't know how to feel about this,” she said. “Technically, you're my boss...”

He snorted at her words. “I am not sure if I believe that,” he said with a grin. “I saw how you spoke to Marie and Peter. I'm fairly certain that their commands are going to outweigh mine no matter what happens.”

She grinned a little at that. “Well, she's the bride, and he's the groom. They're the stars of the wedding, and what they say goes.”

“And when you take pictures of my home? Will I be the boss then?”

For some reason, Tiana found it difficult to breathe properly with this man in such close proximity. “Yes,” she said softly. “When you are the one I want to please, I will do anything you say.”

Even in the dimness of the widow's walk, she could see his eyes darken at her words. His hand on hers tightened slightly, an immediate reflex, before letting her go.

“I wonder if you have any idea what you are toying with,” he said, a tremor in his voice. “I wonder if you know what you are doing to me.”

Somehow, in that moment, she decided to cast her caution to the winds. She had said that Greece would be a new beginning for her. She might as well get it off to an amazing start. She might as well do something that she had never done before.

“I don't know what I'm doing at all,” she admitted. Deliberately, she stepped into his space, so close that her breasts grazed his chest. She tilted her head back to look him. “But I want you to show me.”

He lifted one hand to graze his knuckles across her cheek. Even that slight contact made her shiver with need and want. Her eyes drifted closed as he brought his mouth down to hers, one hand sliding to the nape of her neck.

His kiss was scorching in its intensity. It was slow and lovely, taking its time with her and learning her rhythms. He wanted to learn what made her sigh, what made her moan, and how he could make her feel even better.

Tiana wasn't sure when her hands ended up in his hair. She didn't know that she was twisting the dark strands until he groaned. She drew back, startled by her boldness, but he only laughed.

“You are lovely in every way,” he murmured. “Come with me.”

He led her back down the staircase and through the dark halls of the villa. There was no history lesson now, nothing between them but the thrum off attraction that needed to find an outlet. A part of Tiana that stood apart wished she had the ability to photograph the scene, the dark man pulling a trembling woman behind him, navigating the dim hallways with a single purpose in mind.

She was startled that he hadn't led her back to her room. When she raised an eyebrow at him, he nodded.

“Some of the wedding guests were staying in that wing,” he said. “I thought that it might be awkward if they had to witness our comings and goings. This is my room. It is quiet, and I think you will like it.”

If her room had been luxurious, Alexandros' bedroom was positively lavish. The round bed took pride of place in the center, and the tall windows were hung with the finest silk curtains. The floor was worn marble, and suddenly it made Tiana think of all of the women who had come to this room in the centuries before. Had they been as eager as she was? Had they trembled like she was? Did they want the way that she did? The dim lights made her think of flickering candle lights, lending an unmistakable romance to the air.

Alexandros approached her from behind. Instead of turning to face him, she allowed him to wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace. With her back to his chest, she could feel the power in his lean frame. She could feel his manhood against her rear. Without thinking about it, she arched herself back against him, making him moan in surprise.

“Little minx,” he growled.

His hands swept from her thighs up to her belly, traveling over the soft fabric of her black dress. They moved up to stroke her face, down to cup her breasts, ghosting gently over the sensitive line of her throat. She shivered as he touched her. She wanted to touch him, but a curious lassitude took over her body. She wanted to be embraced and pleasured, and with every motion, he fanned her desire higher.

When he reached down for the hem of her dress, she whimpered a little, knowing what was going to come next. Despite her worldliness, she hadn't done this as often as perhaps she had implied. She didn't know what he was going to think when he had her bare. Tiana bit her lip in her nervousness.

The dress inched over her body bit by bit until it was lifted over her head. She shook her hair free of the confining fabric, resisting the urge to cover herself. Now she stood only in her black bra, her panties, her garter belt, her stockings and her boots.

When Alexandros saw her garter belt, he looked startled.

“I know, it's old fashioned,” she muttered. “I just like to wear them because they help me stay put together better than tights or stockings do.”

“Believe me when I say first that it is not old-fashioned, and second that I am definitely not complaining.”

 He lifted her in his arms, her weight negligible to his impressive strength. He tipped her back on her back. First, he unzipped her shoes, tossing her boots somewhere behind him. After that went first one stocking then the next.

When he removed her garter belt, he kissed the dip in her hip where it had sat, making her moan a little. At first, the kiss was just a tickle, but she felt the dampness of his tongue, caressing the soft flesh there.

He followed the line of her hip down to her panties, which he removed without a second thought.

A prince with a right to what lies in front of him
. A delicious shiver ram through her. She knew that he would stop if she told him to, but there was something powerful about being entirely at his mercy, at knowing that he would take his pleasure with her.

Now she was bare except for her bra, sprawled on his bed as if she were a being made entirely for his pleasure. He pulled back for a moment to look at her. This time, she had no urge to cover herself. Instead, she could only think about how hard he had been, how much he wanted her.

“I don't want to wait,” she found herself muttering.

He grinned at that. “I won't make you wait so very long,” he murmured. “But I am a little tempted to make you beg.”

She started to ask what he meant, but then he spread her legs apart, coming down between them. He hooked his arms under her legs, holding her still, and then he deliberately licked along her furrow.

Tiana's pleasured moan was low and needy, the sensation from a single lick astonishing. She had been wet before he did that. Now she could feel that intense heat build up all over again. He set to licking her firmly with even strokes that made her hips buck. There was a need there that she had never had fulfilled, not really. There was a pleasure beyond what she knew, and as he stroked her with his tongue and his lips, she found herself reaching for it.

Her hands were fisted by her sides. Her hips rose up to his mouth, needing more and wordlessly demanding it. She could hear the hollow cries that she was making, and the way her heels slid against the fine sheets. She was thrashing under his mouth, desperate for the release she knew he could give her.

For his part, Alexandros gave her no mercy. He pressed his mouth hard against her most sensitive parts, grinding his lip firmly over her clit over and over again. The tension in her was stretched to the breaking point, and then, so abruptly that she would have sworn that there was a sound, it broke

It was as clear as the snap of ice on a winter lake. The tension gave way to a deep and fiery pleasure that made her throw back her head and shout. She was digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms, her body writhing with the power of it.

She was only vaguely aware of the way he kept his mouth pressed to her, silently urging her to ride the sensations out, to stretch her climax as far as it would go. The sensations went on, fainter now as her body relaxed and he eased away.

“Oh my god,” she said when she could speak. “That was amazing.”

“No, you are,” he said, licking his lips. That simple gesture sent another sensual shiver down her spine. She wondered if she would ever be able to look at his mouth again without blushing.

“What... what about you?” she asked. She realized distantly that her throat was slightly raw from her pleasured cries.

“That's up to you,” he said softly. To her surprise, she realized that he was still dressed, though the look on his face was as hungry as if he were naked.

“Up to me?”

“Yes. You can choose to leave it at this point, if you wish. You may choose to find a way to pleasure me. Or... you may choose to let me have you the way that I wish.”

“The way that you wish... what does that mean?”

“It means that I want to have you fully,” he said, his voice dropping down to a velvet growl. “It means that I want to revel in your body like a lion in its kill. I want to feel everything about you, leave no part of you untouched.”

A part of her pulled back from his description. If she agreed to it, would there be anything left of her at all? The greater part of her howled for just what he was describing, and in the end, it was no choice at all.

“Use me, have me,” she whispered, and the change that came over him was immediate.

He sat back on the bed, stripping off his clothes until he was as naked as she was. In the dim lights, she gasped. In his clothes, he was a handsome man. Out of them, his animalistic power left her breathless.

Tiana had just a moment to take in his beauty, and then he was on top of her, knees spreading her thighs apart, his weight leaned down on her as he kissed her mouth. Her hands stroked up his back, and when she dragged her nails along his skin, he growled with pleasure.

“You have no idea how amazing you are,” he murmured in her ear. “No idea how much I've needed you since the moment I saw you.”

Before she could reply, he covered her mouth with his, kissing her until she was breathless. She could feel the heat of his manhood pressed lightly against her thigh. Deliberately, Tiana moved her leg against it. He groaned, and then shot her a fierce grin.

“If you think that I am going to be so easily brought down by your touch, you are sorely mistaken.”

He reached to their side where there was a small nightstand. When he pulled the condoms out, she thought he would sheathe himself, but then he threw the foil packet to her.

“Put it on me.”

The tone of command in his voice made her whimper, and she sat up to do as he said. With shaking hands, she tore the packet open, revealing the condom inside. It took her long agonizing moments to slide it over his cock. She loved the feel of how hard he was, how hot his skin was. Sheathing him with the condom only heightened her arousal, as did the soft noises he was making. By the time she was finished, he was pushing into her hands.

When she was done, Alexandros set his hands on her shoulders, easing her to her back on the bed. For a moment, he merely looked at her as if she was some foreign prize that he had won. Then he fell upon her with the hunger of a starving wolf.

His hot tongue lapped along her throat. It was a dominant gesture that made her want to bare herself to him even more. When he bit, she groaned with the pleasure he gave her.

“I'm going to take you now,” he growled. “Right now.”

His hands slid under her hips, lifting her up to him. She could feel the blunt head of his cock slip against her moist opening. Once, twice he teased her, but then he could take no more. With a savage sound, he thrust himself deep inside her, making them both cry out. She was breathing hard, grabbing the sheets beneath her. She wanted him so badly she could have cried, and then he started to move.

With his powerful hands on her hips, he thrust into her. The slide of his body against hers, the feeling of being completely full, invaded her brain, took her over and made her want even more. Without thinking of what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around his narrow hips, rocking herself against him and matching his movements.

To her disbelief, she could feel the tension rising in her again. It was a complete surprise. She had never been able to climax from this act alone, but now her pleasure was climbing higher and higher. Alexandros was moving over her, but when he heard her soft desperate sounds, he looked down at her. His eyes were nearly black in the light, and there was pure demand on his face now.

“Come again for me, beautiful girl,” he growled. “Come again. I want to feel you take your pleasure with me.”

In the end, it was as much his voice that moved her as his body. It was his voice, whispering filthy promises and relating how beautiful she was when she was aroused that tipped her over the edge. She couldn't stop herself if she tried. The tension wound through her body again like strings of fire. She felt herself tense up, needing more and more and reaching for it.