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Sultry Saudi Nights
by
Allie Standifer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Sultry Saudi Nights [Destination Pleasure Series 4]
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2007 by Allie Standifer
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2007
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To Rhonda & RJ: Regardless of the gossip you two rock!
Sultry Saudi Nights
In a remote portion of Dahna Desert
Saudi Arabia
"We're not having sex."
"You're right.” The husky voice assured her. “We're going to have married sex.” His breath whispered hotly against her neck. “We're going to have lots and lots of hot, mind-numbing, toe-curling, soul-stealing sex. We won't stop until I'm drained and you can't walk for a week."
Hot waves of heat coursed through Ariel Lake's body. If she had to get married at the end of a goat staff, held by a smelly man, why couldn't the groom have been anyone but her ex-lover, Sheik Damon E'Darvue. The one man on the planet capable of making good on each of those erotic promises. Promises that would leave her heartbroken and saddle-sore for a month.
She spun to face him. Her loose fitting white linen pants and matching halter top stuck to her skin in the desert heat. Her nipples defiantly pressed against the thin material. “Not going to happen. As soon as my crew gets here, I'm leaving and forgetting about you and this sham of a marriage."
Ice-black eyes burned fire. “You try that, wife, and I'll ensure your Visa is revoked. You'll never leave this country without my permission."
"Why are you doing this? You don't want to be married to me anymore than I want to be stuck with you,” she argued. “We were married by a damn glorified militant goat herder."
"You ran from me that night. No one walks away from me without a word.” His tone was quick and sharp. “And our marriage is legal no matter what country you run to. Besides if it hadn't been for me showing up at the right time, you'd now be Hasmir's seventh wife."
"You're pissed because I didn't say good-bye after a one night fuck? And this is your revenge? How petty can you be?"
"Oh, I can be much more petty, I assure you, my darling. Now, shall you remove your clothing, or do you want me to rip it off?” His eyes scorched the thin material to her sensitive skin. She prayed he wouldn't be able to see the dark triangle of hair through the pants. If she hadn't had to pee so badly she wouldn't have lost her underwear. But how was she to know Hasmir's fifth wife liked purple silk and now wore Ariel's underwear proudly wrapped around her forehead, the two leg holes acting as ear cuffs for her idiot head.
This was not the same man she'd met and made love with three years ago. That Damon had been sweet, gentle and loving. She'd run from him that night because she knew if she stayed past the dawn, she'd never leave his arms. Sheik E'Darvue's reputation had preceded him.
He loved women, but he always left them. And Ariel wasn't going to wait for her kiss off papers.
But after all this time, he'd found her and he remembered. Instead of the fear that should have pumped through her body at his words, Ariel's body grew moist and wet, her breathing shallow and loud in the silk covered tent.
Maybe one more night with him wouldn't hurt. She could finally get the memory of his body thrusting and pulsing within hers out of her mind and heart, once and for all.
"Fine,” she said, surprised at the level tone of her voice when her hands were shaking. “One night, no questions, no demands, and we both go our separate ways in the morning."
A predatory gleam shone from his eyes. “Agreed, one night with no rules, no borders, no limits, and I'll be in charge. In the morning, we'll both go where we belong."
The words sounded like a threat instead of a sensual promise, but it was too late. Her body made demands only this man could fulfill. One night hadn't been enough before, but this time Ariel would ensure she stuffed herself on the banquet of his body. Sex. Hard, fast and frequent with Damon would finally put her memories to rest. As for him being in charge, she didn't see what difference that would make.
Nobody could be that fantastic in bed.
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It had to be fate. No other explanation made sense. Damon said a mental prayer of gratitude for being in the same place at the perfect time. Also, he asked for forgiveness in the small lie he told. Ariel looked desperate when he'd shown up in the camp. Face pale, her normally vivid green eyes dulled, she looked the picture of despair.
Hasmir had wanted to make her his wife, but the elderly tribe leader would never have forced her. Damon's old mentor meant the offer as an honor, but Ariel hadn't understood the older man's intentions.
Too bad for her, but extremely good for him.
Since the night she'd snuck from his bed like a thief in the dark, Damon hadn't been able to remove her from his mind. She tempted and teased him in his dreams.
Maybe she had been a thief that night they shared. Ariel certainly left with something belonging to him. His heart.
And now Damon had her exactly where she belonged. Once he made Ariel scream his name a few dozens times, she'd understand they belonged together as well.
"Take off the clothes, Ariel. I won't ask nicely again.” He wanted her naked, open and ready for him.
The look she shot him would have turned a lesser man away, but Damon had more than sex to lose. He had only this one chance to ensure Ariel would stay by his side.
"You agreed to the rules,” he reminded her.
His words took the fight out of her. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. A soft, tanned belly came into view. Damon swallowed hard. He was more turned on seeing that one bare strip of skin on Ariel than he'd been with any other fully naked woman.
Full, plump breasts came next, hugged tightly by emerald scraps of silk. The hard pebbles of her nipples pushed against the material, begging for his attention.
"The pants."
Without looking at him, Ariel hooked her thumbs into the material and ungraciously shoved them down. Desire flooded his body with ragging heat and barely controlled lust when he saw she wore nothing else.
"Get on the bed.” Damon's voice came out husky and low. If he didn't get inside Ariel soon, he'd likely come in his boxers.
With no hesitation, she walked to the
silk and satin covered pillow bed, hips swaying in the gentle rhythm. He said another quick prayer of gratitude for the support poles on each corner of the bed. Who knew Hassim still had it in him?
Damon quickly snatched up four scarves he spotted when first coming into the tent. He leaned over to gently kiss her.
Her response was immediate. She opened her lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Damon let himself rest against her lush curves while devouring her mouth, running his hands up and down her sides. He shifted his weight to one side and sought out her feminine heat. Relief washed through him when he found Ariel wet and hot.
Lifting his lips a fraction, he whispered. “You want me, too."
Opening her eyes slowly, Ariel answered, “I've always wanted you, Damon. Sex has never been the problem."
What in the hell had been the problem? He wanted to shout at her, but her lips reached up to capture his again and all thoughts left his head.
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He tasted hot and spicy. His flavor had never really left her. His scent and flavor were etched for all time in her psyche.
Those clever and quick fingers were now probing between her legs, searching and seeking her heat. Without consent, her hips raised to get closer to his elusive touch. Damon would push her to the very edge of desire, making her mad for his cock and only give her the release she craved when he wanted.
This time would be no different.
His hot lips traveled from her mouth to her ear then lower to nibble on her neck and finally making his way to her aching breast. He pulled one taut nipple into the heat of his mouth while his hand teased and plucked the other.
Ariel cried out. “Now, please, Damon. I don't want to wait."
She didn't think he'd listen, but when he raised his head to look at her, she saw hunger burning in his black eyes.
"I swore I'd make you beg,” he told her, ripping off his shirt. “But I can't stop myself. If I don't get inside you within the next sixty seconds, I'll explode."
He moved quickly to drop his pants. There he was. Standing in front of her, gloriously nude. His sex jutting out, thick and hard. Ariel licked her lips, and he swelled under her gaze. Slowly, she raised her eyes and met the flaming passion in his.
"The first time is going to be quick and hard. It can't be helped.” He shook his head as he walked to her. “The second time I might be able to go slower, but I make no promises. It's been too long since I've had you."
Reaching into the pocket of his pants, Damon withdrew a long packet of condoms. “This should get us through the next hour."
Ariel felt her eyes grow wide. Surely he couldn't mean to use half a dozen condoms in sixty minutes. She shook her head at him. “You're crazy."
"No, I'm horny and in lust,” he disagreed.
With careful and deliberate movements, Damon rolled the condom over his hard erection. A small shudder worked through him at the action. He shot a scorching look her way. “Ten seconds tops."
Then he was on her. His body sweat-slickened, his mouth urgent and his hands searching her heat. He found her wet and hot. Damon groaned into her mouth. “Damn you're going to burn me alive, woman."
"Now, Damon,” she pleaded with him again. His game had gone on long enough. She wanted him in her body, pushing and thrusting her into the perfect orgasm.
"Now,” he agreed, rising on his elbows. His knees shoved her legs apart, and he settled the head of his cock against her core.
"Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough with passion.
Ariel dragged her eyes away from his massive erection and met his searing gaze.
"I want you to watch me come inside you. To feel and see how we belong together.” Holding her gaze, Damon drew back his hips and impaled her with one long hard thrust.
Ariel yelled at the pain and pleasure of his intrusion. He felt so big and hot. She'd forgotten the sheer size of his cock. How he stretched her beyond any other lover. The tip brushed the center of nerves hidden within her body, and she screamed again.
"That's it,” he moaned hoarsely. “Come for me, Ariel. Squeeze me. Take it all. Take all of me.” He begged the last.
His movements went from fluid and fast to desperate and jerky. The breathing inside the silken tent was harsh, smells of sex and sweat permeated the air.
Damon thrust harder and faster. Her body flew higher and higher with each stroke. She was on the edge, desperate for the release only he could give her.
"Please,” she begged. She needed the release, the final thrust that would push her over. “Now, now, now,” she chanted.
"Now,” he whispered back, and all rhythm was lost. His body took over. There was nothing but the race to completion. One, two, three strokes and Ariel felt Damon's release. With a hoarse cry she felt him stiffen further inside her.
Quickly, he reached between their bodies and stroked the tight bundle of nerves hidden behind Ariel's pleasure swollen flesh.
That touch, that simple meeting of flesh against flesh sent her over the edge. She screamed once more and clawed Damon's back. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, and her body shook with the ecstasy tearing through her.
Her legs dropped from his waist, and she planted her feet against the softness of the mattress to push herself against him. She wanted to ring every possible drop of satisfaction from his body.
Damon growled and threw back his head. “Ariel,” he shouted as he came.
Watching Damon's surrender, Ariel felt another orgasm building within her. When he slowed his movement, and she felt him start to pull out, she cried in dismay. “No, Damon, stay with me. Stay."
She once again wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist, not taking the chance of letting him go. Rapidly she thrust herself against him, pushing and pulling him into and out of her body.
So close, she was almost there. Just a little bit more.
"Ariel.” She vaguely heard Damon's voice above her. “Honey, you can let go of my cock now."
She refused, not when she had the perfect orgasm waiting just around the next plunge. Instead, she moaned, shook her head and shoved her own hips faster.
Ariel knew she had turned wild, but nothing mattered except Damon and his body. She used her teeth, hands and nails to keep him from moving. She panted over and over. “More, more, more. Fuck me, damn you."
When he started to move again, she almost cried out in relief. Finally, she would come. “Harder,” she urged him. “I need ... harder ... faster ... yes, oh right there, Damon. Now, now, now."
"Ah ... Ariel ... oh, damn, sweetheart ... that's it. Squeeze me.” He gave a sharp groan when she followed his directions and clamped her inner muscles tight around him. “Oh, fuck me. That's it, baby."
"Damn you, fuck me harder,” she gasped on the edge of unbelievable gratification.
Damon couldn't believe this was the same Ariel he'd taken to bed before. The woman moaning beneath him, demanding he take her was a stranger. An erotic, sexy stranger he wanted to know more about.
Never in his life had he taken a woman as hard and rough as he now took Ariel. Moving to his knees, he draped both her legs over his arms to change the angle of his thrust. In this position, he could thrust deeper and harder. Everything she begged him for.
In that one instant in time, he let go of all his vaunted control and rammed into her over and over. Her yells of delight weighted his passion. He moved without finesse or order. Damon simply shoved himself in and out of her wetness as hard and fast as he could. All the while whispering erotic promises.
"That's it, baby. Oh yeah, you're so hot and tight. Squeeze me. Fuck, you feel so good.” In and out, harder, faster, more power behind each thrust. “Come for me now!” he demanded when a second orgasm started to flood his senses.
With each word, Ariel spiraled tighter and tighter until finally she unraveled. The release shot through her, stealing her sight and robbing sound from her ears. It pulsed through her, the orgasm so intense black spots danced in front of her eyes. Finally,
she could take no more and fell back against the bed in a stupor.
Damon thrust a final time and gave a harsh groan as his body stilled and then threw his head back to yell his release.
The next thing Ariel knew, he fell flat atop her. Sweat and their combined fluids joined them. Their hearts beat in time with the other. Their heavy breathing the only sound within the tent.
Ariel caressed the heavy muscles in his back then moved down to the tightness of his ass. One day she would love to be able to sink her teeth into that backside. It had to be the most perfect ass she'd ever seen on a man, and she'd yet to do more than clutch it in the throes of coming.
Damon raised his head from her breasts. “I've never come twice with one hard-on. I think you're trying to kill me.” He smiled. “But what a way to go."
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him until her head rested on his chest and tucking his arms securely around her.
Great, what the hell was she going to do now? Should she smile and say thanks for the great sex? Or would it be better to wait until he slept then sneak out? It had worked once before, maybe it would work again.
"You're not sneaking out on me again,” he informed her in a soft but commanding voice.
Ariel tried to tip her head up, but a large hand tangled in her hair and pushed her back down. “I wasn't thinking of—"
"Don't lie to me, Ariel. We're not going to play those types of games tonight."
"Oh, really, what type of games did you have in mind?” She stuck as much sarcasm into her voice as she could muster. After two orgasms, the last one that threatened to melt her brain, she wasn't up for verbal sparing.
Damon gave a weak chuckle, causing his chest to move and Ariel to catch her breath. No one should be this sexy without trying. The man laughed, and she got wet. Life was so unfair.
"I've got some scarves here somewhere. I'd planned to tie you up before you lured me into your body for mind-blowing sex."
Again she tried to jerk up, but he kept his hand firmly tangled in her hair. “You can't be serious."
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