Chapter 11

She held her breath, half afraid and half hopeful as he dropped his head between her legs. He looked like a dark, swooping predator, casting a black shadow over her, covering the intimacy he was about to force on her. When his lips made contact with her dripping pussy, the sensations were so intensely good she thought she might die if he changed his mind and stopped. He slid his tongue from her vagina to the top of her clitoris and back.

Shania bowed her head back and moaned loudly. Her knees dropped helplessly open, giving up the fight against his intrusion. He tasted every inch of her over and over again with increasingly aggressive swipes. Sometimes his tongue was too rough against her sensitive clitoris and she would jump, but then his soothing lips would gently caress her. She was so lost in the incredible feelings he was arousing that she barely noticed the pressure when he pressed one long, thick finger into her slick passage. She definitely noticed when he added another finger.

She tossed restlessly beneath him, caught between the pressure of the fingers in her vagina and the incredibly good lave of his tongue across her clitoris and inner lips. She could feel the orgasm building within her belly and spreading through her lower body. She thrust up against him, forcing his fingers further into her body.

"Good girl," he said, nipping gently at her clitoris. "I want you to come now," he added and began licking her with relentless swipes of his tongue over sensitized flesh. She tried to scream out, but her breath strangled in her throat. He slid his thumb through the cream of her dripping arousal and around to her anus.

He felt the tension rise within her and the answering tension within his own tightly held body. He knew she would never have consented to anal play. Not this soon and not with someone she barely knew and didn't trust. But he was getting a taste of her passionate body and knew that nothing could stop him from accessing every beautiful inch.

He pushed his thumb against the light resistance of the muscular ring and slid it into her body. Ignoring her gasping protests, he pulled his thumb out of her ass and then began thrusting it back into her body in time with his fingers. All it took was one more swipe of his tongue across her begging clit and she was done. With a scream she came so hard she nearly managed to throw him off of her body.?

He wanted to enjoy watching the fall of her body as it came down from such an intense orgasm, but his own body screamed at him to claim his woman now. He didn't bother taking off his boots or jeans. He just opened his fly and shoved his jeans and underwear out of the way. His heavy penis thrust out, eager for a taste of the woman that writhed helplessly beneath him.

Khalid reached down and pulled her legs over his arms, spreading her wide to accommodate him. He knew from the thrust of his fingers that she would be a tight fit. He wanted to be gentle, but he didn't have it in him. She had gutted him in so many ways tonight. Now she was dealing with the consequences. She could have had a slow and easy lover in him, if she had played by his rules.

"Hold on to me, princess," he said, reaching down and lining his penis up. She gasped sharply when he thrust forward and did as he told her, grabbing hold of his biceps and digging her nails in.

He only got about halfway into her tight passage. He grunted and pulled back out. She whimpered and tried to move her hips but he pinned her with another deep thrust. "Fuck, baby," he grunted, forcing his thick penis through the silken passage until he was buried deep within her.

She mewled and bit into his shoulder in pain and ecstasy. He could tell she didn't even know what she wanted at this point. It had clearly been some time since she'd had sex and she had never felt so stretched in her life. She didn't think she could possibly accommodate him. But the slippery wetness increased, easing his way and telling him her body wanted what he was doing.

Finally she moved her hips, experimentally shifting them upwards to meet his. Khalid gritted his teeth and threw his head back trying to remain still while her body continued to adjust. It didn't work. He had never been a particularly patient man. He began thrusting in and out of her, revelling in the gasps escaping her full lips. It wasn't long before he felt the clench of her inner muscles creating a rhythm of their own, as they tried to hold his dick in place for her pleasure.

He felt the burning heat of his impending orgasm. He should have been surprised as he usually lasted much longer with his women, but he knew Shania would be different. He was too desperate to have her for the first time to take very long. He heard the quickening of her breath and knew she was close to reaching another orgasm. He reached between their bodies and carefully began gliding the pad of his finger over her bared, sensitive clitoris.

Shania screamed again and came with such energy that her hips thrust up against him, burying him so deep inside of her clenching body he had no choice but to come with her. He grunted and clutched her soft body with hard, demanding fingers as he emptied himself deep within her body.

He continued to hold her tightly for several minutes before forcing himself to gently pull out of her and lay her back on the bed. She moaned softly and lay passively where he put her. Her breaths, which had been quick and panting, were gradually easing into a regular rhythm. He thought she might be falling asleep.

Khalid rolled to his side and reached over to snap the lamp on. They were bathed in a soft glow and he was able to look down at the woman. Her head had lolled toward him. Her lips were slack and slightly open and her silky black lashes were lowered. She was well on her way to sleep, exhaustion from the day and their frantic lovemaking overtaking her. Gently, he reached around her and tilted her shoulder up to unclasp her bra. It took some maneuvering, but he was able to pull it off of her without disturbing her too much.

With firm but gentle hands, Khalid rolled her onto her other side so he could inspect her back in the light. He traced one long finger over the barely visible red marks that crossed over her tender skin and winced. Guilt ate at him. He knew that in his world, the tiny taste of pain he had dealt her was nothing, but it didn't stop him wishing he had never laid rough hands on her. His rules and tough fa?ade were nothing in the presence of his princess.

Khalid knew he would never touch her in anger again. It wasn't worth feeling lower than the scum he dealt with on a daily basis. She was too pure, too perfect to know that side of him. No matter what she did to twist him up, he would never hurt her again.

Khalid stood and adjusted his jeans, zipping them back up again. With little effort, he found his shirt and pulled it back over his head. He was loathe to disturb her, but he couldn't stand the idea of Shania spending even one night in this base hotel room. She belonged in his bed. Maybe if he had taken her there that first night, none of this would have happened.

As gently as he could, Khalid gathered the white duvet around his sleeping beauty and stood with her in his arms. He shifted her so her head was up against his shoulder, her arms tucked inside the quilt and long brown legs draped over his other arm. Striding out of the suite, he met Ash in the hallway. He wasn't surprised to see Ash. The bodyguard would always shadow either Shania or himself when they were at their most vulnerable. Without a word, Ash escorted the two to the elevator and accompanied them to the penthouse.