It was sexy and yet scary—to be so open in front of a man—physically and emotionally.
There was so much at risk, she thought, struggling to breathe, already too dizzy. If she wasn’t comfortable he’d see just how much she wanted him to take her, own her, make her forever his.
“Come,” he said, “I want to watch you come.”
She shook her head even as her body jerked and jumped, nerve endings stretched to breaking. “Can’t,” she choked, skin hot, body burning, desperate to find release but unable to let go when he’d watch her fall apart. She’d never been wild, never sexually adventurous, her college boyfriend going so far as to complain that she was boring in bed, but with Zale she felt positively daring.
Desperate.
Wanton.
“Yes, you can,” he insisted.
“N-n-noooo. I c-c-c-can’t,” she stuttered, unable to meet his gaze even as her thighs trembled with the building pressure.
“Why not?” he murmured, gaze intent on her flushed face.
“You’re … watching.”
“I like watching. It gives me pleasure.”
She shook her head, her lower lip caught between her teeth. The tension within her was overwhelming. She couldn’t hang on much longer.
“Then close your eyes.”
She shook her head again and with a growl he parted her knees wider, and leaned in to cover her clitoris with his mouth. He sucked hard and when she bucked against him, he slid a finger into her, a slow upward thrust that hit a certain spot at the exact moment he suckled the nub.
She screamed, the sound wrenched from her as he shattered her control with an orgasm so intense her hips lifted off the stone.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept sucking and thrusting a finger into her, deeper, steadily, rubbing against that magic invisible spot making her feel hot and tingly all over again. She wanted to tell him it’d never work, wanted to tell him she’d never come again but then he blew on her, a warm breath of air before slowly licking the taut ridge and sucking on the tiny tip.
She exploded a second time, screaming his name.
This time Hannah pushed him back with a shaking hand. “No more.”
Still shuddering, she adjusted the wet thong over her swollen sensitive parts and pulled her skirt down over her legs.
“What did you do to me?” she choked out, her entire body rippling with aftershocks.
“What you do to me every time I look at you.”
Hot salty tears stung her eyes and she wiped them away. “I think you broke me,” she whispered, still shuddering and shaking.
He smiled crookedly and kissed her knee through her skirt and then higher on her thigh before standing.
She tipped her head back to look up at him. “What about you?” Her gaze dropped to his trousers and the fabric straining over his thick erection. “Don’t you want anything?”
He looked at her for what felt like forever before extending his hand to her. “Yes. But in my room. Putting you on your hands and knees here won’t be comfortable on the stone.”
She gulped a breath. Hands and knees next? She’d never tried that yet. “Maybe we should.”
Zale laughed softly and they made their way back across the parapet and down the circular staircase in the tower until they reached the ground floor.
They were on the way to the King’s Chambers when one of the footmen stopped Zale and said that Mrs. Sivka needed him to help her with Prince Constantine.
Zale’s jaw tightened, concern etched in his features. “I’ll go directly,” he told the footman, before turning to Hannah. “I’ll find you in your room.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Just wait for me.”
She watched Zale walk with the footman toward Prince Constantine’s suite, his stride long, quick. He was worried.
He’s a good brother, she thought, an amazing man.
In her suite, she washed her hands and was still running a brush through her hair when she heard her phone vibrate in the nightstand drawer.
Emmeline!
Hannah raced to retrieve her phone. “Hello?” “Hannah, it’s me.”
Hannah glanced behind her, making sure none of the staff members were nearby able to hear. “Are you okay?”
“I … I don’t know.”
“Are you coming?”
“I … don’t … know.”
Stunned, Hannah pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling as if she was close to losing her mind. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I’m in Kadar.”
“Kadar? Sheikh Makin’s country? Why?”
“He thinks I’m you.”
“Tell him you’re not!”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“It’d ruin everything!”
Hannah darted another quick look over her shoulder and added more urgently. “But everything’s already ruined! You have no idea what’s happened—”
“I’m sorry, I am.” Emmeline cut Hannah short, tears