The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) (9 page)

“You’re not going anywhere,” he told her and his mouth nibbled at the skin between her breasts.

“Could you…” she shifted her chest, trying to get him to touch her nipple again.  Oh how she loved it when he teased her there! 

“Hmmm…” he moved lower.  “Is this what you want?” he asked and his tongue smoothed against her waist. 

Ciala tried to pull her hands out of his grip, but he wouldn’t release her hands.  Shifting her hips, she couldn’t stop her body from moving against him. 

“Jurar…” she started to say something again but she wasn’t sure what to say. 

But when he shifted against her again, felt her eyes roll back and closed her eyes.  “Again,” she pleaded.

Jurar knew what was happening and couldn’t stop himself from giving it to her.  Shifting again and again while his mouth nibbled along her neck, he felt her breathing increase, her body heat up and he couldn’t stop!  Damn, she was hot and so ready for him.  He should rip off all of their clothes and show her how to do this right but he couldn’t stop, wanted to give this pleasure to her. 

Then again, he’d planned to be tasting her when she climaxed.  He’d been thinking of all the ways he wanted to make love to her ever since that afternoon when she’d melted in his arms. 

And still, he couldn’t stop.  Watching her beautiful features, he loved the way her mouth opened up, her eyes were closed and her body was straining against his own.  He wanted to do this for her and pressed once, twice and…

When her fingers curled up and her body shuddered with her first climax, he shifted more gently, slowing down and helping the climax to last longer. 

After several still moments, she sighed and her body slumped down.  Jurar almost howled out his victory.  The woman was his, he thought.  He suspected that no man had ever done that to her. 

Standing up, he stripped off his clothes, then reached down and pulled off her leggings.  When she was completely naked, he looked at her, reveling in the perfection of her figure.  Her breasts were full and topped with pretty, pink nipples that he was dying to taste.  Her waist tapered and then flared out to hips that were full and lush.  No bones poking out but not fat in any way.  She was perfect.  From her pink tipped toenails to her soft, brown hair.

A possessiveness unlike anything he’d ever known shot through him at that moment.  This woman was going to be his in every way, he thought. 

When he moved back down, he clenched his teeth as the feeling of her soft skin against his tortured him in ways he hadn’t thought possible.  His woman, he told himself.  He wasn’t even sure what that all meant at this point, but he knew that he wanted her in ways he hadn’t wanted any other woman.  He grabbed protection and rolled it down the length of his erection while he watched her eyes flutter open. 

When he slid into her heat, he couldn’t believe how perfect she felt.  Slowly filling her up, he almost groaned when her small hands moved to his shoulders.  “You’re tight,” he growled. 

“Sorry,” she whispered, but lifted her hips to meet him. 

“You’re amazing,” he shook his head, trying to assure her that he liked her tight heat but words were difficult at this moment. 

He moved inside of her, going deeper, inch by inch.  When he couldn’t take the slow pace any longer, he lifted her knee against his hip and pressed all the way into her heat. He heard her gasp and freeze, then cursed to himself.  He should have known that this beautiful woman was a virgin!  Damn, but she was perfect. 

He didn’t move, bending his head to kiss her neck, her lips and her ear again.  He gave her tiny kisses until he felt her move against him, shifting her hips ever so slightly.  It was almost as if she were trying to test out the friction.  He felt it and he wanted to roar with the pleasure she gave him even with that small movement. 

But he wanted more for her and he shifted slightly again.  And again.  Deeper and stronger, he pulled almost all the way out, waiting to hear her gasp before he pressed into her again.  Faster, stronger, listening to her gasps or moans so that he knew what she liked. 

When her climax came over her, he hadn’t realized that she was so close.  But he helped make it longer, watching her, listening to her throaty calls.  In the end, he couldn’t hold out much longer.  With a release of his control, he pounded into her, trying to be gentle but her climax had driven him over the edge and all he could do was hold on as he found his own release. 

Ciala tried to shift against his chest, but her limbs were just too weak after that kind of experience.  He’d rolled over and she was now draped over his body in an inelegant mess of arms and legs, her hair going every which way and her muscles too shocked to do anything other than breathe. 

She couldn’t even lift her head from his muscular chest.  Every part of her just wanted to sink deeper into this man, to feel him all around her.  She couldn’t even smile although she felt giddy inside, like she’d just had the most amazing experience of her life. 

“You are a virgin,” she heard him say. 

She shifted ever so slightly and felt his hands clamp onto her hips, keeping her in place.  “I was a virgin,” she corrected, and tossed that new reality around in her mind, trying to discover how she felt about her new status. “I’m not anymore.”

She felt good, actually.  She shouldn’t feel right about it.  She should be furious, but that kind of status was more of a burden actually.  And Ciala also knew that she’d never have an experience with another man like what she’d just enjoyed with Jurar.  Jurar might be an arrogant, obnoxious man, but he was a fabulous lover, caring for her excitement and ensuring that she reached a climax first.  He was a very generous lover and she was thrilled to have been with him. 

Not that she was going to shout the news to anyone.  This was private and would have to remain private.  It would be yet another secret that she could carry around in her heart once she was older and more staid. 

Her nice, warm “bed” moved so suddenly, she didn’t have time to prepare for the movement.  One moment she was draped across the top of him, the next moment, she was once again underneath him, his muscular thigh pressing between her legs and causing that friction to once again stimulate those secret parts of her body. 

“What are you doing?” she gasped, moving slightly so that he was pressing against her exactly as she wanted him to press.

He smiled, understanding what she was doing and trying to encourage her to do that again.  He liked that she was such a sensuous being…and all his. 

“We need to talk,” he said, even though his body was clamoring for different actions.  Later, he promised himself.  There was one issue that needed to be resolved first. 

She sighed, her hands moved over his dark skin, enjoying the different textures.  “What do you want to talk about?” she asked carefully, slightly worried about his tone.  He sounded too serious for the way she was feeling.

“We will be married.  I’ll come back with you tomorrow and discuss the issue with your brother.” 

Ciala’s whole body chilled with those words.  “Married?” she whispered, frightened and excited at the same time.  But another part of her knew that she could never marry this man.  Never!  No way!  He was definitely not the kind of man she wanted to be bound to for the rest of her life.  Nope, she wanted a man who was kinder, more courteous and considerate.  Jurar was a nice diversion, a man who would be a delicious secret, possibly even a man she could have a decadent, secret affair with, but not marriage!  “Why would we be married?” she asked carefully. 

As far as he was concerned, the discussion was over and he was ready to move back to what she’d been thinking only moments ago.  Her stillness didn’t register with him immediately. 

His eyes shifted downwards, examining her perfect breasts once again.  His head moved lower, taking one delectable peak in his mouth and almost laughing at the way her back arched, pressing that soft mound against his mouth even more. 

But a split second later, her hands were pulling his hair, lifting his mouth away from where he wanted to be.  “What did you just say?”

He smiled, thinking she looked even more beautiful in the dim light coming in through the windows.  “I said, we’ll be married.”

“I heard that part.  But no.  There’s no reason to be married.  We don’t even like each other.”  One hand left his hair to tug at her earlobe before she pressed her hands against his shoulders. 

“I like you well enough,” he said and pressed his erection closer to her, showing her how much he truly liked her. 

She tried to move away, but Jurar wasn’t allowing that.  “We’re not getting married, Jurar.  Only a few hours ago, you thought I was a spy working with the rebel forces trying to overthrow you.”

“I know now that you’re not.”

She made a disgusted sound and tried to move off of the bed but he wasn’t releasing her hips.  In fact, he rolled over so that she was once again draped over his body, straddling his hips. 

She placed her hands on his chest, her mind trying to focus on their argument, but it was hard, especially when she’d read so many stories that contained this position.  And he was right there, she thought.  In fact, she could just…

“Just because you don’t think I’m a spy, that doesn’t mean you actually like and respect me.”  She started to slide off of him even though her body was clamoring for her to explore him more, to find that wondrous excitement again. 

Jurar let her move away, but not for long.  As soon as she was off of him, he pulled her back against his chest.  “Ah, love, you have a lot to learn about sexual positions.  And I’m more than willing to teach them all to you.”  His fingers slid around to her stomach, moving higher so that his fingers tweaked her nipples.  That caused her to gasp and arch, but this time, her bottom pressed against his groin, exactly as he’d anticipated.  While one hand continued to tease her nipples, his other moved slowly downward, resting against her knee then pulling her leg backwards.  His own leg moved into place, holding her open for his exploring hands. 

“You’re going to love this one,” he told her as his teeth bit her earlobe. 

Ciala couldn’t respond with words.  All of her attention was focused only on his hands and the way one of them was inching closer to that core, that heat that was silently begging for his fingers to touch her.  Even as her body wanted his touch, his erection was pressing into her, surprising her as he filled her up once again. 

“Impossible,” she gasped while her body shifted, moved against him. 

“Definitely possible,” he said as his hands continued to tease, one hand on her nipple, the other hand moving to that sensitive nub.  Every time he moved inside of her, the shifting caused her body to press against his hand, causing friction in exactly the right place. 

Jurar continued this pressure until he felt her splinter apart.  At that point, he shifted their bodies once again, moving her so that she was kneeling in front of him and he let loose, holding onto her hips as he pounded into her until he found his own release. 

When they were once again tumbled amidst the sheets, he rearranged her so that her arms were around his waist while she was nestled up against his body.  He felt her breathing slow down as he held her in his arms, listening to her sleep while he made plans. 

When his mind had worked through all of the issues, he rolled over and made love to her one more time, thrilling to the way she exploded in his arms so completely, not holding anything back.  She was the most erotic woman he’d ever met in his life.  And she would be all his. 

“No!” she snapped, stomping up the stairs to the Kilar palace in front of Jurar.  It was almost as if she were trying to block his entrance to the palace, which was silly. She knew that intellectually.  But she was too exhausted to think rationally right now.  She knew it was her fault too, which only made things worse.  She’d snuck into his bedroom last night.  She’d not only allowed him to make love to her, after just one touch, she was begging him to make love to her!  And oh my, the man had moves she’d never even heard about! 

And to make it all much, much worse, she wanted to turn around and fall into his arms right this moment and beg him to do it all over again!  And more!  She’d read so many stories over the years, learned so many things about sexual encounters and she wanted to try each and every one of them.  With this man! 

How outrageous was that?  Yesterday, she’d been afraid to enter his domain and here she was now, wanting to head right back to that place.  To his bed!

Swinging around, she pressed her hands against his chest.  “Look Jurar, if you’ll stop this crazy idea of getting married, I promise I’ll come back to you.  I can make excuses to be with you, we can meet in the various cities around the world.  When you have a business meeting or meet with the other world leaders, I can be there.  We can meet in secret and we can…”

He stopped her with a simple kiss.  When she was once again clinging to him, he lifted his head and looked down at her with a glare.  “We will not hide our relationship, Ciala,” he told her firmly.  “You will be my wife.  You were a virgin yesterday and I changed that last night.”

She pulled back and shoved his hands off of her.  “That’s an absolutely ridiculous reason to get married!” she exclaimed.  She nervously checked her ear, making sure that she’d remembered to put her earrings in. 

Jurar watched her hands, knew that they were an excellent barometer, and smiled triumphantly.  “And yet, it will be so,” he told her, stepping around her as he headed towards her brother’s office.

Ciala couldn’t let him go through with this.  They were strangers who had met three times, and those three times had been contentious.  Okay, yes, she’d acknowledge that there was a strange, impossible-to-ignore chemistry between the two of them.  But that was why she was offering an affair. 

“We don’t have to get married,” she whispered in a hush.  “You’re just being ridiculously old-fashioned.”

Jurar stopped and grabbed her upper arms, pulling her against him as he glared angrily down into her pretty brown eyes.  “I am a ridiculously old-fashioned man, princess.  And I broke a rule.  I respect both you and your three brothers and I violated that respect last night!”

She wasn’t going to take that excuse.  “Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never had sex with another woman before?”

His eyes were hooded as he looked down at her.  “I can’t say that.”

She ignored the jealous tug at her heart with those words.  “Good!  Because I’d call you a liar after last night.” 

“But we’re still getting married, Ciala.”

She stomped her foot!  “No!  We’re not getting married!  I’m not marrying you simply because of one night which was a mistake!”  She backed up a step, tugging her ear slightly before crossing her arms over her stomach, her chin jutting out defiantly. 

If she hadn’t experienced the speed with which he moved, she never would have believed it of such a large man.  But he was strong and had a swiftness developed over years of military training.  In a flash, she found herself pressed up against the marble wall of the alcove just off of the entryway with a very angry man glaring down at her. 

“I dare you to say that to me again,” he growled out, both of her hands pinned behind her back while his other hand reached up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking against her nipple through the silk of her light blue blouse.  He watched her eyes close and her mouth flutter open.  He could feel the tension in her, the way her body was already trembling, anticipating his touch.  “Say it now, Ciala.  Tell me you regretted being in my arms last night.”  Another pause while his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple.  “Tell me.”

“I don’t.  I’m sorry,” she finally replied, leaning her head back and trying to press her body against his.  “I don’t regret a moment of it!”

He relented, but Jurar suspected that his move had been a strategic mistake.  Feeling her incredible body pressed up against his like that, seeing the way she instantly reacted to his touch, made his own body throb.  He’d been trying to teach her a lesson about lying to him, about denying what they had with each other.  But he’d also learned that his need was just as swift at rising as hers.  And his need was significantly more visible. 

It took all of his mental capabilities to get his body back under control as he moved away from her delectable body. 

“Don’t ever say it again, Ciala.  Or I’ll just prove it to you again and again until you can’t even form the words with those beautiful lips.”  He bent lower, capturing her lips.  The caress was meant to soften his words, but it morphed into something more powerful, leaving both of them breathing heavily when he lifted his head. 

When he looked around, he realized how stupid their actions were.  His men were stationed at the opening to the alcove, but he’d just kissed his future fiancée in a place where anyone could have walked past. 

“Come along,” he told her and took her hand, leading her out of the small area and heading towards the administrative area where he knew her brothers worked. 

“Jurar, please,” she begged, pulling at his hand.  When he stopped, she moved closer to him, wishing she could find the words to make him re-think his plan.  “This can’t be the only solution.  And besides, couldn’t we just talk about this?  Couldn’t we discuss this before you march in and decide my future for me?  Put yourself in my shoes and think about how I must be feeling.  A man I barely liked yesterday is now demanding that I spend the rest of my life with him?  A man who didn’t really like me and the only reason he’s dropping this bombshell is because we made love last night, something millions of people do all the time.  It isn’t such a big deal.”

He moved closer, his hand touching the side of her face.  “First of all, I think that it was a big deal.  Wasn’t it?”  He waited for her blush to answer for her.  “And secondly, you could be pregnant.  Has that not occurred to you?”  When the lovely red only increased, he lifted a dark eyebrow.  “I can see that the possibility had not come to your mind.”

“But didn’t you use protection?” she asked.

He sighed as his thumb rubbed against her full, lower lip.  “I’m sorry, my dear.  I had intended to protect you, but we got a bit carried away once and the need completely slipped my mind.  We must marry.  It has been too recent that I’ve accepted my role as ruler in Drakar.  I can’t have any questions raised about the legitimacy of our child.  So yes, we do need to be married.  Not only for the possible child, but also because there is no way that I’m not going to have you in my bed again.  And very soon, if I can arrange it.”  With that, he bent lower and kissed her, gently this time but the passion was still there, lurking as they both pulled away.

Ciala understood all of what he’d said.  She didn’t have to like it to understand it though.  “Let’s go get this over with,” she sighed.  “But if it turns out that I’m not pregnant, I want the…”

“Don’t go there, Ciala,” he told her with a glare.  “We will be married.  I want you too badly to not have you in my bed.”

There was a growl, quickly followed by the words, “What the hell are you talking about?” as Ramzi stepped into their line of sight. 

Ciala jerked around and tried to pull out of Jurar’s arms when she noticed her oldest brother standing at the opening of their private area.  And by the look in his eyes, he’d seen and heard what had been discussed. 

“It isn’t what you think,” she started off, trying to appease Ramzi’s temper. Her fingers nervously touched her ear as she tried to think of a way to explain away the scene. 

Unfortunately, Jurar wasn’t helping in her efforts.  “It’s exactly what you think,” he countered.  “Could we talk privately?”

Ciala knew that her brother was on the edge and possibly, in his mind, rightfully so.  But she wasn’t taking this lying down.  “No!  There will be no private conversations.  There will be no conversations at all!  This is between me and Jurar, Ramzi.  I would appreciate it if you would excuse us.”

Ramzi barely even glanced at his sister.  His wrath was focused on the taller man with his arm still wrapped around Ciala.  “Let’s talk in my office,” he said and stepped back.  Normally, Ramzi would have walked away and allowed the man to follow or leave. But in this instance, the man’s hands needed to get off of his sister.  Immediately! 

Jurar wasn’t taking the hint.  He moved forward, but he grabbed Ciala’s hand and pulled her along with him.  And Ciala, for her part, was just as resistant.  She was pulling back, trying to stop Jurar from revealing everything to her older brother.  Finally, Jurar turned and looked down at her.  “Princess, you have two options.  You can either follow me into your brother’s office and listen to the conversation or you can stay here and find out what transpired after the fact, which is what I would prefer.”

She faced him defiantly, hands on her hips as she glared right back at him, still intimidated by him but not willing to back down either.  This was her future he was trying to control and she wasn’t going to take that.

Jurar loved the way she was standing up to him.  It boded well for their future that she wasn’t afraid of him.  Well, he could sense her trembling even though he wasn’t holding her any longer, so he knew shew was still nervous.  But she was strong and standing up for what she believed in. 

She wasn’t going to win though.  No, this was a matter of honor and he would be the victor in their private battle.  But he’d make it up to her.  Not that he could assure her of that right at this moment, not with her brother breathing down his neck. 

Ramzi disagreed with her presence during this discussion.  “This is between men, Ciala.  Go find Shantra or Mia.”

Ciala swung around, furious that her brother would dare to tell her that her future was none of her business.  And worse, that she should go hang out with the ladies until things were settled. 

“Don’t you dare use that tone with me, big brother!  I am not cattle to be herded where one thinks I should go.  And if you think that Mia isn’t going to hear that you insinuated that I should simply join the ladies while you did the manly thing and discussed what’s to be done about my future, then think again!  You know she hates that kind of chauvinism just as much as I do.”

Ramzi obviously wasn’t worried.  He stood there arrogantly staring down at her with his arms crossed over his massive chest.  She looked at Jurar and realized that he looked exactly the same way.  But she knew about all of those bulging muscles in those arms, all of the ridges in that stomach and all of the….oh my, she thought and tried to calm her racing libido down. 

Glancing up once again, she realized that Jurar knew exactly what was going on inside her head.  And one look at her brother’s furious face…he knew it too.

“Come on,” she sighed.  “Let’s get this conversation over with.”  She marched into her brother’s office and waited for them to join her, unware of her foot tapping out her impatience. 

When the door slammed shut, she jerked but tried to remain composed.  “I’m not getting married,” she announced.  “What I do in my own time is my business.” 

She faced both men and it seemed that the tides had definitely shifted.  Previously, Ramzi had been furious with Jurar.  Unfortunately, her defiance, her absolute belief that she was going to fly against thousands of years of tradition and everything she’d been brought up to believe in, had formed an unyielding alliance between her brother and the man she’d slept with the previous night. 

“You will,” Jurar told her unequivocally.  She ignored her older brother’s arrogant nod of agreement. 

She walked forward, arms crossed over her chest as she mimicked their stance.  “No.  I’m not the first woman you’ve had sex with and I most likely won’t be the last.  Since you never thought that those women needed to be rushed into marriage after one of your nights with them, I refuse to be singled out.”

“You’re different,” Jurar told her with absolute conviction.

She pulled back.  “How?  Do I have different body parts than the other women you’ve had sex with?  Do I walk differently?  Did I do something last night that other women didn’t do?”  She heard a growl to her left where her older brother was standing with his hands on his hips but she ignored him, focusing all of her attention on Jurar.  Possibly a mistake, but at this point, she just wanted him to back down on his insistence that they marry.  One battle at a time, she thought.  Fighting a two front war wasn’t a good strategic approach. 

“You’re different,” he snapped again.  “And you know exactly why.”

Ciala shook her head.  “No.  I really don’t.  I have the same desires as any other woman.  I wanted you last night and we had…” she stopped, glanced at her brother and shut her mouth.  Not a good idea to inflame the other battle before she could handle the consequences. 

Jurar was not going to argue this point.  “Stop!  Ciala, you were a virgin and that’s the end of the conversation!” Jurar commanded with that voice of authority that a smarter woman would heed.