She wanted to come. She needed to come now.
Her hips arched and rotated, working her pussy on his thrusting fingers as rapid, desperate cries fell from her lips.
His tongue licked over her nipple, rubbed it.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her head thrown back as her hips thrust into his fucking fingers.
“Do you like it, precious? Do you like my fingers fucking inside you? Filling your tight little pussy?” His head lifted, his lips brushing the peak as his fingers stretched and burned her flesh.
With powerful, controlled thrusts his fingers reached inside her, stroking against nerve endings never touched, never pleasured before and sending her senses rioting. They scissored, stretched her, worked inside her. Blinding, elemental sensation tore through so many nerve endings it nearly sent her into sensory overload.
“More…” she cried out.
“More what, Paige?” He whispered against her lips as she dragged her lashes open to stare into the burning depths of his eyes.
“Your fingers,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder, Abram.” She arched, blinding pleasure searing her as she fought to find release. “Please. Please let me come.”
She was so close. The need to come was screaming through her now. Her hips jerked, grinding into each thrust, her thighs tightening on the powerful legs holding hers apart as his fingers tortured her.
So close.
She gasped, her breath catching. Whimpers fell from her lips, then a startled, agonizing cry as he pulled back.
Suddenly her wrists were free and before she could do more than cry out his name his shoulders were between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy.
His tongue licked through the sensitive folds, the tip flicking and probing at her clit as she gasped, arched, and felt the flames rising inside her tortured pussy.
If she didn’t come she was going to die from the need.
As his lips moved over her clit and surrounded it, his fingers slid against her entrance again, probing, rubbing, the two tormenting digits working inside the slick, juice-laden tissue.
A haze of blinding lust filled Abram’s head as his fingers worked inside the velvety tissue as it clamped tightly on his fingers.
Ripples washed over his fingers as the muscles tightened and spasmed on his flesh.
“Abram.” She moaned his name, the need in her voice pushing the blinding haze of lust higher and ripping at the control he was fighting to hold onto. “It’s so good. Your fingers…” Her hips lifted and flexed into each thrust he worked inside the gripping flesh.
Damn, she was hot. Her pussy clamped and sucked at his fingers, as he imagined his cock buried inside the snug, fist-tight flesh.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, desperation filling her voice. “Please, Abram, fuck me. Make me come.”
For a second, just a few fragile seconds, he lost his grip on his control.
He sucked her clit tighter into his mouth, his tongue working it, licking against it as his fingers began to thrust deeper, harder, feeling her tighten, then a second later, feeling her explode.
It was the most incredible sensation for him.
Never while pleasuring a woman had he spilled himself to the sheets simply from his lover’s pleasure, but as Paige’s pussy tightened on his fingers with a strength that had him groaning at the thought of it wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t hold back.
As she came, her flesh rippling and clenching, he let his fingertips stroke a tiny spot deep and high inside her pussy, extending her climax and the shudders of release.
With each hard jerk of her body he let her ease down. Slowly, because he wanted to relish it. Drawing it out, because the thought of letting her go was suddenly abhorrent.
Paige’s eyes were open, unseeing, dazed. All she was aware of, all she could process was the hard, brilliant flashes of light and pleasure rippling through her. It burned, exploded in flashing points of ecstasy that had her tightening to the breaking point.
She could feel every nerve ending in her body sizzling, burning in rapture.
She gasped, fighting to pull oxygen into her lungs as throaty, ecstatic moans escaped her throat.
She had never known herself to make such sounds. She had never known such pleasure or that pleasure could be so destructive and yet so filled with satisfaction.
As the last pulsing wave of release eased through her body, she blinked, feeling his fingers ease from her as he moved up her body, his chest rising hard and fast with his accelerated breathing, perspiration gleaming on his flesh.
His gaze looked almost satiated, his face flushed. There was a dominant, possessive expression that had her stilling while watching him warily.
“While you’re here, until I can get you home, until I can ensure your safety you will stay within this suite. You will sleep in my bed and you will belong to me.”
Well hell, and here she thought she already did.
But she kept her lips wisely closed and simply stared back at him defiantly, even if she really didn’t feel that much defiance.
And her reward?
His gaze flamed with lust again.
His expression tightened with it.
And if she wasn’t mistaken his cock was harder, thicker beneath the damp cotton of the loose trousers he still wore.
7
“Are you on birth control?” Abram asked as Paige pulled on the long, winter-warm gray thobe he had handed her moments before.
The loose dresslike garment flowed around her rather shapelessly but it covered her, and it was warm.
“Paige.” He repeated her name, obviously expecting an answer.
Lifting her head she stared back at him, still amazed that she had, less than an hour ago, climaxed in his arms as though she were exploding from the inside out, and he still hadn’t fully had sex with her.
“I’m protected,” she replied. “I’m the one that can get pregnant, so I’m the one that makes certain it doesn’t happen.”
“I’ll need to have whatever you take collected quickly,” he told her. “Give me the name and dosage so I can have Tariq acquire it.”
She stared back at him implacably. “You make it sound as though I’m going to be stuck here indefinite, Abram.”
He moved slowly from the other side of the room, his expression brooding as he watched her, intense. “It may be a while,” he finally told her. “And I don’t want to take chances.”
“I’m not staying here a while.” A frown jumped between her brows. “Call someone. Khalid or my father, either one could have a transport here to fly me out within hours.”
“And Azir will have you killed the moment he learns that a transport is heading in this direction.”
Paige stared back at him miserably. She couldn’t risk staying here. God, why had she left Khalid’s home?
“Tell me what I need to know, Paige, then we’ll fight over the rest of it later.”
Her lips thinned. She knew that expression on his face. The hard, steely-eyed expression that assured her he meant exactly what he said.
If she wanted to discuss going home, then she would tell him exactly what he wanted to know.
Once she got home, if he decided to resume whatever started here, then he would have to rethink these stubborn tactics of his.
“I only take the medication once every three months,” she finally told him, though she hated the necessity of it. “My last dose was just before your less-than-sane father had me kidnapped.”
Crossing her arms over her breasts, she all but stomped to the couch positioned in front of the fireplace and plopped into the amazingly comfortable cushions. That comfort didn’t make up for the fact that the Abram she was facing right now was little more than a stranger to her.
“Now, when am I going home?” she questioned him.
“When it’s convenient to send you home.” He shrugged as though it didn’t matter, as though she were there for a friendly visit rather than being brought there forcibly.