Did she know sex was all he could ever offer? That sex was all he would ever allow himself to want from her?
Or was she a ‘happily ever after’ kind of girl, holding out for the perfect, magical romance to sweep her off her feet.
“Olivia,” he said gruffly, looking at her pink face, her pupils dilated. His intentions were honourable. He wanted to protect her. But as he opened his mouth to lay out the framework of what he could see happening between them, her fingers freed him from his pants. She wrapped her hands around his length, tossing her head back with complete satisfaction as they felt his hard arousal.
“I need you,” she ground out, lifting her hips so that he was only one thrust from joining with her.
He swore softly in his own tongue, and reached across her for protection. Avoiding unwanted complications had been drummed into him as soon as he’d become sexually active. His crown deserved better than an unwanted bastard. His obligation to his royal position was immense.
“This is just sex, Olivia,” he managed to say, as he paused at her entrance. “You are very beautiful, but all that I’m offering is sex. You get that?”
His breath was coming in spurts; his passion matching hers.
Olivia nodded. She didn’t want to question why his words felt like acid was being dribbled across her skin. She kept her eyes lowered for fear they might show how his words had hurt her. “You think you’re just using me for sex?” She asked, surprised at how normal her words sounded. “Think again, your highness. It’s the other way around.”
He lifted his head in surprise, and she took advantage of the moment to push him backwards, so that she was on top of him. She lowered herself onto his erection, groaning as he filled her completely.
She had caught him off guard, her apparent acceptance of his callous statement shocking him, and disappointing him, too. It had given her temporary control, but he took it back immediately, rolling her back beneath him and pushing his full length deep inside her. Her eyes widened as her body stretched and expanded to meet his. Her muscles tightened around him, making him exclaim in response to the depth of his pleasure.
He was an incredible lover. Within the briefest of moments, she felt her whole body begin to reverberate with a sense of desperation like nothing she’d ever known.
She dug her toes into the soft mattress and lifted her pelvis, moaning over and over as her nerve endings began to burn. She exploded with a loud cry, digging her nails into his shoulders as she fell apart, shaking from top to toe with pleasure.
Tamir’s expression showed pleasure mixed with arrogance. Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And it was only the beginning for them. He had all night. He ran a palm down her naked torso, between the valley of her breasts and her indented waist, loving the way her skin was textured by goosebumps.
His eyes met hers, challenging her and silently demanding to know how she felt.
As though she understood, Olivia lifted her palms to his face and let a slow smile spread across her features. She had a dimple in her cheek. How had he just noticed it? He lowered his mouth and kissed it tenderly.
“You are all right?” He asked quietly, as he shifted inside of her, stoking her flames anew. How could she still be aroused? Her pleasure had been satiated, yet lust deluged through her veins.
She sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Better than that.”
“I am pleased.” He increased his tempo, making her whole body shudder in response. “Come to Talidar with me.”
Olivia laughed. “I can’t.” But she was tempted. It was just sex, and lust, making her yearn for more and more of this and him, but the instinct was one she was loathe to ignore. “I really can’t.”
He pulled at her nipple, making her cry out as a sharp needle of pleasure drove through her. Her body was hot and cold, frozen but aflame. She groaned as his fingers continued to tease her sensitive skin. “Tamir…” She called out, wrapping her legs tightly around his midsection as though she were drowning and he her only salvation.
Her ears were ringing, buzzing; a noise that wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t until Tamir swore that she realised a phone was ringing, somewhere. Somewhere close by. Without breaking the sweet invasion of her body, he reached across for the black telephone beside the bed. His eyes were dark as they studied her passion-ravaged face.
He spoke in his own language. His hands, against her breast, stilled.
Olivia hardly knew him. Not really. But when his face flickered, she somehow understood that the news he’d received was bad. Serious. He concealed the reaction quickly enough, and ended the call. But Olivia stared up at him, worry evident in her symmetrical face. “What is it?”
He shook his head; his mouth was a grim line in his face.
“Tamir?”
“No. Not now.” He thrust deeper inside her. He was not gentle, he was perfectly firm and demanding. And if possible, the second time Olivia found pleasure in Tamir’s arms, it was an even greater experience than the first. This time, her whole body seemed to sing, and fly high above the earth. She was floating over London, higher and higher into the heavens, on a wave of pure, cloud like delirium. Tamir erupted with her, holding her to him as his body shook from the force of his own orgasm.
Olivia had never had truly great sex. She’d experienced that awkward, ‘I want it to work because I think you’re nice’ kind of sex, and drunken, ‘I can’t believe my boyfriend left me when he was supposed to propose’ kind of sex. Never, ever, had she known animalistic, passion-fuelled, ‘just because I want you’ sex. Until that moment.
She scarcely wanted to breathe, lest it break the incredible magic of that moment. Her hands ran down his back, tenderly. Though he’d made sure she understood that they were sharing a ‘just sex’ relationship, her body still craved the intimacy that followed such an intense coming together.
But this man was not any man! She couldn’t expect him to lay with her and cuddle. And it would be better for her pride if she were the one to end things. Yes. She had to appear nonchalant and unconcerned, even though the thought of never seeing him again filled her with a stone cold sense of dread. She cleared her throat.
“I didn’t come here for that, but it was… lovely.” She inwardly cringed at the pathetically unsuitable word. Saying what they’d just shared was ‘lovely’, was like saying the nights were dark or the winters cold. She tried again. “I’m glad that happened. But I should go now.”