Her fingers raked through his hair, thrilling in the silky texture she’d wanted to touch since seeing its midnight sheen up close in the chapel, and she had the strong urge to lift her legs and wrap them around his waist, press the burning heat at the juncture of her thighs closer to him.
Reading her mind, he scraped a palm down her back, over the curve of her behind, then down along the outer edge of her thigh to cup the back of her knee, drawing her leg higher, her heat closer.
When he had her leg where he wanted it, he scooped the other leg up, lifting her with an ease that belied her height and weight. She wasn’t petite. But he held her.
Her ankles locked behind his back as his palms found the rounded cheeks of her behind and dug in. As if she weighed nothing, he swung her around, catching her mouth with his again while walking them into the bedroom.
Mina was now grateful for the enormous bed that had seemed too much when she’d entered the room earlier. As it was, it took too long for him to reach it, where he laid her down, his eyes taking her in like a pillaging conqueror.
It wasn’t hard to picture him that way. Her very own dark warrior with piercing violet eyes. His body was perfection personified—that of a man who obviously believed in hard work—a wall of well-defined muscles all the way down.
There was finally nothing left to the imagination, and for that Mina was intensely grateful. Her imagination had been woefully inadequate when compared to the real thing. The trail of fine hair began at his navel expanded into a wider, thicker plateau from which a manhood jutted that put every diagram and model she’d ever seen to shame.
Looking at him, her heart pounding, she began to truly understand that the urge to join was about far more than basic biology. It wasn’t biology that had her lips parting, that filled her with the boldness to meet his eyes as she let her legs fall open, not hiding any part of herself from him.
He rewarded her action by devouring her with his eyes, the heat of their caress as physical as if it were his body leaning down to cover her. He brought his palms down to the bed, his arms bracketing her on either side of her head, his face above her own before he once again claimed her lips.
She pressed into his kiss, returning it with everything she had, their tongues dancing with one another. His hardness pressed hotly against her core, its temperature somehow registering despite her internal inferno, and she wiggled her hips towards his, instinctively seeking the angle that would bring them even closer together.
Smiling into their kiss, he said, “Patience, Minaamora. I want to savor you.”
His words danced across her bare skin, leaving shivers in their wake. Bringing her arms up to wrap them around him, she traced patterns on his back with a light scratch of her nails, reveling in the unbridled access to the broad expanse of skin.
For this night, the King—no, Zayn—was hers and hers alone, and she didn’t have to worry about whether she was Dr. Aldaba or Queen Amina. Here he was Zayn and she was Mina—a man and a woman in a dance as old as time.
Leaning close, he set a trail of light kisses at her jaw, then travelled down her neck and along her collarbone, along the outside edges of her breasts and down her ribs beneath, before circling around to find her nipple once again.
She arched her back to meet him, moaning as the heat of his mouth enveloped the tender tip.
Then he was pressing his lips against her sternum, and lower, in a path that would soon intersect with her navel and beyond.
A tremor shook her body when his lips reached the upper edge of the patch of hair at the junction of her thighs. Rather than continue in a straight path from there, as she’d expected, he took a detour, tracing feather-light electric kisses teasingly along the edges and her inner thighs. Her skin tightened, pulling taut with each press of his lips, her breath catching every time he exhaled against her skin.
Her hips lifted of their own accord, inner heat building as each breath was hitched, caught and released, no match for his sensory onslaught.
When his lips finally pressed against the seam that held her together she cried out with relief, the thrumming anticipation reaching a fever-pitch she knew would break her apart.
He explored her with gentle strokes of his tongue, slowly delving deeper into her core, traversing ground no man had ever walked before with an intimacy that should have left her shaking with nerves but instead threatened to undo her with pleasure. It rolled through her in waves, each one closer, tighter, more intense than the last. Moans escaped her lips with growing urgency, though what was so urgent she didn’t know.
“Let me take you, Mina.”
The hum of his words against her most intimate center pushed her over the edge. Shockwaves of sensation ravaged her system. She was arching her back as every muscle in her body tightened then released, leaving her to collapse into a tumbling shell against the bed, her mind dissolved.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
Kissing his way back up, he made quick progress until he once again hovered above her.
“Bend your knees and lift your hips.”
The command was absolute. A king’s will to be obeyed. And she didn’t know if it was due to shock or desire, but she obliged him immediately and shamelessly. His groan at her acquiescence was almost reward enough for her obedience. Almost.
And then he positioned himself at the gateway of her slick entrance and paused, drawing every ounce of her attention to the hot, pulsing point where their bodies touched. She gasped and he grinned rakishly, twitching the head of his shaft against her, teasing her with each flickering movement.
Leaning down, he kissed the hollow behind her ear tracing his lips down along her jaw, whispering as he went. “Do you like the way that feels, Mina?”
She answered with a moan, her body tensing, anticipation building once more. Again her hips wiggled toward him of their own accord, in an instinctive motion urging him to finish what they’d started.
Leaning slightly to one side, he freed his arm to wrap it around Mina’s hips, holding her steady as he angled his body and pressed gently against the smoldering heat of her. Her breath caught, her attention zeroing in on the pressure of his hardness, stretching her open, and then he pulled her body closer, catching her mouth in a deep kiss, setting off a sensual onslaught on another front and overwhelming her ability to focus on any single sensation rising inside her.