The Sheik's Sensuous Trap (4 page)

“No!  Please,” she said, her hands pushing him away.  “I can’t
take any more
,” she gasped, but her body
,
which he was coming to know so well, could see that she could.  And would. 

His deep chuckle said it all.  “Oh, no, my lovely little tiger.  You’re not getting away with that,” he said and his mouth traveled higher, his lips and teeth capturing her nipple. 

With that
simple action
, she was just as desperate as
he was and stopped pushing him away and started pulling him closer.  He moved between her legs, his arms braced over her as he positioned himself to enter her. 

But she didn’t want him to slow down.  Her body arched, her legs wrapped around his waist and she wasn’t sure what she was asking for but her body did.  Her mind was no where around at the moment as her body was in full control.  “Please,” she begged, looking into his eyes, knowing that her body was craving his, to quell the need that was rampaging through her system. 

He thrust hard, his body unable to slow down after that plea.  He wanted to bury himself deep within her and pushed, knowing that her opening was hot and wet.  There was something holding him back from burying himself fully but he eased fa
r
ther, finally filling her all the way.  So when she stiffened and her face
screwed
up in pain, his body stilled, wondering what was wrong.  And then he realized.  The pain. Could it be? 

He looked down at her face.  She was trying to be brave but the shocked look on her face was the final bit of proof.  The realization that she was a virgin should have made him feel awful.  He should have been angry that his instincts about her hadn’t been on target.  But instead, he felt a huge wave of pleasure come over him. 

Gently, he leaned down and kissed her lips.  She pushed away, shaking her head but her lower lip trembled.  “What have I done?” she
gasped in horror
. 

He pulled her hands away from her face and
shook his head. “No remorse.  At
least not now
, not tonight
,” he said and kissed her again. “Tomorrow.” 

Alea didn’t want to hear anything.  All she wanted was to get off the bed and hide somewhere. 
Preferably in a dark closet where she could hide for the rest of her life. 
“Please.  Can we stop?” she asked, turning her face away since his hands were still holding hers in his gentle but firm grip. 

Rashid g
ritted his teeth in
frustration, wishing he could appease her but unable to do that. 
“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he said, his voice strangled.  “Bear with me, I promise it will get better.”

Alea nodded her head and bit her lower lip.  He moved slightly and her eyes shot up to his, widening in surprise. 

Rashid was relieved when he saw her expression which told him that the passion was coming back.  It hadn’t been eliminated, just pushed to the side while she overcame the reality of her lost virginity. 
“Just move, Alea,” he
encouraged
, gently moving in and out again, his head dipping to kiss her lips, his tongue doing the same thing his body was doing to hers.  Slowly, the tension eased from her limbs and she started moving as well.  Within minutes, she was just as hot and
desperate as she had been before his invasion.  Her hands gripped his shoulders, her back arched.  He thrust again and again, building the tension higher and higher.  Each time she started to climax, he moved a different way, taking the pleasure so it would be more intense. 

Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore and he lifted her hips, thrusting again and she fell over the edge, crying out
as the pleasure crashed, more intense than before and her body shaking with the release.  She wasn’t even aware of Ras
hid coming to his own climax
as her body dealt with t
he feelings of her second orgasm
. 

Once he was able to breathe again, to think,
Rashid pulled himself
gently away
and stood up.  He looked down at the amazing beauty
amid
the rumpled sheets, her hair flying everywhere as it formed a halo around her head.  He bent down and lifted her into his arms.
She still had no idea where she was or what had just happened.  He grinned with satisfaction, enjoying her fulfillment. 

“What are you doing?” Alea asked, her arms trying to cover her nakedness. 

“Bathroom,” was all he said.  He continued to walk as if she barely weighed anything until he was standing over a large, sunken marble bath tub.  He set her down on the edge and turned on the warm water which came out of several outlets, filling the large tub quickly.  As the water flowed, he took a wash cloth and got it wet, then turned back to face her.  “Come here,” he gently commanded. 

“Why?” she asked, still trying to cover herself but aware that she was doing a completely inadequate job of it.  She saw the amusement in his eyes but couldn’t make her shyness dissipate.  “What is that for?” she asked warily
, pointing towards the wash cloth
.

“I’m going to clean you
up
, so come closer,” he said. 

Alea’s face flamed red and she frantically shook her head. “I can do that myself if you’ll just give me some privacy,” she said and held out her hand to reach for the wash cloth. 

He hid his smile at her shyness now.  After what they’d just done on the bed, and the passion she’d just shown him,
he
thought it might be a little late for modesty. 
“No.  Come here, Alea,” he said firmly. 

Alea shook her head.  “John, there’s no way I’m going to allow you to do this for me.  Please just give me the cloth and some privacy.”

He took the two steps so he was standing directly in front her and looked down into her embarrassed eyes.  “Alea, there is nothing on your body I haven’t seen and touched.  And by the end of this night, I will have tasted every inch of you.  So you’re going to have to get over this shyness and learn to deal with it,” he said, pulling her gently but firmly against his already aroused body. 

Alea gasped, her body responding to just the words but when she felt his body against hers, she was helpless with
a
need that
she’d assumed
had
already
been satisfied
and quenched
.  How could this man tempt her like this?  She’d never been interested in sex until tonight. 

She didn’t have time to think about that though since he lifted her up and placed her on the counter top behind her.  Then he gently spread her knees apart and knelt between them as the warm wash cloth gently wiped away the last evidence of her virginity. 

“There now, was that so bad?” he asked, tossing the towel into a basket in the corner and lifting her up again.  He chuckled as he saw her still red cheeks.  “No need to respond,” he said as
she hid her
face in his neck.  “I can see the answer on your face.”

He lifted her again and carried her down the stairs of the sunken bathtub.  When the warm water surrounded them, Alea couldn’t remember anything feeling so good or relaxing in her life. 
One by one, her limbs were raised and washed by his gentle but thorough touch and she noticed several times when he ignored the wash cloth, preferring to soap his hands and then rub them along her skin.  The feeling was incredible and the
slipperiness
of the soap and his hands was driving her crazy.  She wanted him again even though the tenderness between her legs was still there.  She didn’t care.  The feelings he created within her were too intense to worry about something so insignificant as tenderness. 

By the time he pulled her out of the tub and laid her on the floor of the bathroom, she was just as wild as she had been a half hour before on the bed, demanding that he stop the torture.  Mindlessly, she absorbed him into her body, instantly moving to find the release that she now knew he could give her. 

All through the night, he made love to her over and over again.  By the time dawn was coming over the horizon, she could no longer move, she was so sated and exhausted.  Her eyes fluttered closed and she curled into his side, her head resting against his muscular chest as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter 3

Alea woke up and stretched, frowning when she felt sore muscles where she’d never felt them before.  She pulled the pillow closer, smelling the soft, fragrant,
lavender
smell.  Frowning, she sniffed again.  The scent wasn’t
familiar
.  The pillows were too soft as well.  Alea groaned, knowing she didn’t want to wake up but not understanding why everything seemed so wrong. 

Opening her eyes, she looked around the room.  White sheets, burgundy and gold drapes.  Extremely large room.  Feather bed. 

Alea sat up and gasped.  “What have I done?” she asked out loud.  Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she looked around, one hand grabbing the sheet and holding it over her nakedness.  “Oh no!” she said as thoughts of the previous night came back to her memory.  “Oh no!” she said louder.  Falling down into the pillows, she buried her face into their softness.  Her mind reeling at the implications of what she had done. 

She’d made love!  No, she corrected herself.  She’d had sex.  With a stranger no less.  “Oh my goodness!” she gasped.  She didn’t even know John’s last name.  Or what he did for a living. She remembered talking last night, asking him what he did but he’d never answered. 

She peered out
from the covers and her tightly closed eyes
opened as she
looked around the room.  On the bedside table was mo
re evidence of her lack of judg
ment.  The condom wrappers were all over the table.  There were some even on the floor.  How many times had they made love last night?  She counted the number and then covered her face with her hands.  There were five wrappers on the night stand.  She didn’t even lean over the bed to count the number on the floor, too shocked at her wantonness last night. 

Her father was going to be furious, she thought, pulling her knees up and resting her forehead on the tops.  She wasn’t promised to anyone but her father was the king of
Abdel
.  She would have been some powerful man’s bride already if it weren’t for her education.  What was she going to tell her father now?  How could she tell him anything?  She’d done the one thing that he could never forgive.  In his mind, a woman’s virginity was her one gift to her husband.  That idea, her upbringing, had been the whole reason for so many breakups
with boyfriends
in the past
, none of them able to deal with a relationship that didn’t include sex
. 

She grimaced.  Not that she cared all that much. 
She’d never been tempted to betray her upbringing and sleep with a man, not even close
.
  She’d dated many men in the past and all of them had left her cold, wondering if there was something wrong with her.
  After spending a night with John, she now understood what she’d been waiting for. 

Alea groaned again and laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.  She didn’t even notice the elaborate gold and burgundy design.  All she saw was her father’s disappointed face when he heard the news that she was no longer a virgin. 

Well, what was done was done.  And there really was no need for him to ever find out, was there?  She’d gotten him to agree to college education, even a graduate degree.  So why
couldn’t she
convince him to hold off on marriage until she found someone that she was interested in? 
Someone who wouldn’t care that she’d slept wit
h another man because he’d love
her for herself. 
Until then, she could use her degree somehow.  Oh, she knew she could never get a real job that paid.  But she could use it in the government somehow. 

Was she fooling herself?  She looked around the room and knew that she probably was. 
She was a polit
ical asset to her family.  S
he knew her parents loved her, but underlying all of that, was duty.  Duty to one’s country and people.