Modern Romance July 2018 Books 5-8 Collection. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Lina’s breath stopped on a gasp at his sharp tug and the sound of tearing fabric.

      ‘Sayid?’ But whatever she’d been going to say died as he kissed her, open-mouthed and hungry, on the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, while his long fingers slid low through the damp curls between her legs. Instantly she opened her legs wider, winning a husky sound of approval. Then that questing hand slid further and she arched into his touch.

      ‘You want me, little one?’

      Lina nodded, her voice locked somewhere in her throat. She opened her mouth but only managed a sound of raw pleasure as his fingers flirted with the sensitive bud.

      ‘I’ve wanted you all day.’ Sayid nipped at her neck then pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, sending fiery trails through her blood. ‘I wanted you at the wedding when you danced for all those other men.’

      Lina was about to say she’d danced for him and no one else, but he spoke again. ‘I wanted to march over there and claim you, drag you off and have my way with you.’ His voice was ragged and sharp with need. A need she felt as he pressed his erection against her bare buttocks. Instantly Lina braced herself on the window, pushing back towards all that inviting heat.

      ‘You can have me now,’ she whispered, her own voice thready. Lina had no pride, no desire to hold back, when she wanted exactly what he did.

      ‘I can, can’t I?’ Pleasure rang in his husky voice as he clamped her hips and jerked her back against him. It was what she wanted but it wasn’t nearly enough.

      Lina circled her pelvis, needing more contact, and felt him jolt in response. Seconds later heat nudged between her legs, resolving into the press of his erection probing, then pushing further till she snatched a shaky breath, wondering at the sense of being utterly possessed.

      ‘Easy, little one. It’s all right.’

      She needed to catch her breath, grow accustomed to this powerful invasion that filled her to the brim in the most wonderful way. Yet even as the thought surfaced, Sayid moved, withdrawing then surging back again with a force that expelled a soft breath from her lips.

      One hand left her hip to capture her breast and Lina couldn’t stifle the moan of pleasure rising in her throat. It coincided with his next thrust and she found herself arching hard to meet it.

      In the distance the city lights dissolved into a blur, then disappeared altogether as his other hand arrowed down her belly to press on the nub at the centre of her desire.

      Just then Sayid thrust hard again and everything rose within her, exploding in a shattering climax that splintered her soul and festooned the darkness with shards of radiance more brilliant than any city lights.

      He rose high within her, then she felt the heavy, desperate pulse as he spilled himself in ecstasy, heard his sharp cry of triumph, and lost herself just as his arms folded around her, drawing her flush against him.

      * * *

      The rest of the night was like that. Intervals of desperate desire and radiant delight interspersed with quieter moments of incredible closeness.

      It was as if an unseen barrier had fractured, Lina pondered drowsily as she lay, eyes closed, smiling while Sayid traced her body with light fingertips. He’d said he was a passionate, demanding man, but she’d never realised exactly what that meant before. Or how much she revelled in his earthy, carnal nature.

      It was as if, in responding to him, Lina had discovered a new facet to her femininity. A readiness for whatever erotic delight Sayid wanted.

      Because she too had a strongly sensual nature? Or was it more—was it because this was Sayid?

      Lina shivered and instantly that caressing hand paused. ‘I’m sorry. I’ve kept you awake. You need your sleep. You’ve got time before breakfast.’

      As he said it, she felt him move away across the bed.

      ‘Sayid?’ She opened her eyes to discover it was day, early rays of light spilling across the room.

      ‘Shh. Sleep while I shower.’ He pressed a kiss to her hand then straightened, so magnificent with his tall, muscled form that Lina simply stared, arrested. Even now his powerful masculine beauty undid her.

      Then, before she could protest, he was gone, leaving her wishing for more.

      Not just more sex. But wishing for things that were impossible.

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

      DELIBERATELY SAYID TOOK his time in the bathroom, showering, shaving and donning fresh clothes. Lina needed sleep. He’d kept her awake through the night. Desperation had clawed at him, a need to sate himself on her before their allotted time ended.

      Day six. He had today and tomorrow—that was all.

       Unless he renegotiated with Lina.

      Surely that would be no problem. She was as avid for him as he was for her.

      No, the difficulty was the precedent it would set, admitting that for the first time ever his self-imposed boundaries had shifted and he needed more from a woman. He could see no end to wanting Lina.

      All his life he’d devoted himself to duty as a warrior then as leader, putting others first, except in those short intervals he permitted himself to enjoy a lover. Lina threatened to disrupt the balance he’d worked so hard to maintain.

      He pushed the door to the bedroom open, assuring himself he was inflating the issue. They’d had spectacular sex. That was all. He made complications where there were none.

      Sayid halted as a haunting melody reached him, a pure voice softly singing. Lina’s voice was as true as any he’d heard and he responded to the longing he heard in her words. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, make her smile.

      She sat gilded by light near the window, her head bent, hair spilling in lustrous waves to her waist. She wore a loose wrap and clearly she was naked beneath it. He calculated he could strip her out of it in seconds.

      Lina looked up at his approach, a smile lighting her face, and something smacked him in the chest. It wasn’t just her beauty but her welcome that made her glow, as if she was lit from within just seeing him.

      An answering warmth flared inside.

      ‘What are you singing?’ Curiously, his voice was husky.

      Her smile faded. ‘Just an old tune from home.’

      ‘I’ve never heard it,’ he said, for some reason needing to rationalise its haunting power. ‘What’s it about, apart from moonlight?’

      Lina shrugged, her breasts rising against the shimmery fabric. ‘The woman’s lover has gone far away. She pines for him, wondering if he’ll return as he’d promised. But she takes comfort from the moon, knowing no matter how far away he is, and even if she can never embrace him again, they share its light.’

      Abruptly she looked away and he realised she was discomfited. Why? СКАЧАТЬ