him. Always. Forever.
Ainaakä kaδasz engem jälleen. Never go away again.
His voice felt like velvet stroking against her skin. Each word murmured in his language, that ancient tongue that was totally mesmerizing, hypnotic, a voice she could listen to for far more than one lifetime.
She closed her eyes and absorbed each separate sensation. His mouth on her neck. His teeth scraping against her skin. The voice whispering in her head. His fingers tugging and rolling her nipples, pinching to send streaks of fire straight to her clit. His arm, a bar at her waist, his hand curling around her waist possessively. The way his body felt against hers. Barbaric. Savage. Claiming. The power in his hips thrusting against her. His cock, weighted. Heavy. Thick. Stretching her. The burn only added to the fiery, scorching hot blaze deep inside her.
Her body coiled tighter and tighter. Stringing her out. Sending her higher. Too high. That delicious frisson of fear skittered down her spine, filling her with trepidation, but she didn’t want him to stop. She needed . . .
“Tariq.” She whispered his name, but it came out like a plea. He had to do something to stop the climb before she lost herself.
“Pesäsz engemal. Stay with me,” he repeated in English. “Hiszasz engem vigyáz tet. Trust me to take care of you. Kojasz engem pita temet džinõt t’śuva vni palj3. Let me have you a little longer.”
He wasn’t asking. She knew that. He was telling her, but she wanted him to have everything. Anything. She needed to give him that. His voice when he spoke his own language swept away everything but the need to give to him. To please him. Even if she was a little afraid. She found the fear only added to the wildness of the ride. It built that tension gathering so strongly in her deepest core.
“I have to let go,” she whispered, not wanting to, but she truly didn’t think she could stop it and she wanted to warn him.
“Aš. Ašša bur ször. Andsz éntölam palj3 t’śuva vni teval. Várasz. No. Not yet. Give me more time with you. You will wait.” An order. A command. There was no plea in his voice, only that quiet, low, implacable decree.
Charlotte closed her eyes and curled her fingers into the satin sheets, making a fist, holding on with everything she had as he took complete control of her body. His hands went to her hips, pinning her, holding her still as he drove into her with hard, brutal strokes, rocking her body, stretching her until she felt as if the fire had built beyond all control and would take her over, destroy her completely until there was no Charlotte without Tariq. She was so close. Each drag of his hard cock over her acutely sensitive bundle of nerves had her gasping, crying out, the sensation so extreme she knew it would throw her over the edge any second. But she held on. Tried. For him.
He murmured more in his language. “Sivamet. Sielamet. Minden m8akam. My everything.”
His heart. His soul. His everything. She wanted that to be true, because in that moment—since the first time he had whispered to her in his language and his teeth had bitten down in that sinfully erotic bite—he had been her heart. Her soul. Her everything. There would never be a single moment when she would deny him. Deny this. Deny him—her.
“Please.” She was nearly sobbing now. The pleasure too much. She was climbing too high. But she wouldn’t let go. Wouldn’t fail him. He wanted, and she could do this—for him.
“No, sielamet,” he whispered in her ear. “For us. I do this for us.”
She took a breath. He slammed deep, angling her hips back into him while she sobbed out another ragged breath.
“Now, Charlotte. Give that miracle to me now.”
She didn’t know whether it was his giving her permission, the way his cock dragged over her clit, how the broad head stroked that sweet spot deep inside, or whether she just couldn’t hold on one second longer, but her body came apart. The orgasm roared through her. Took her completely. She heard herself scream. Long. A wail of pure eroticism. The ripples became quakes and her body seemed to fragment. Come apart until she wasn’t certain she could ever be put back together, but she didn’t care. Didn’t want to be. She was flung out into the universe. Soaring in space. Floating. Drifting.
She felt his mouth on her ear. Her neck. The side of