Sinfully His

by Alice Raine

  With his fingers working in and out of me he lowered his head and lavished my clit with attention from his tongue; licking, sucking, and circling it until I couldn’t hold back the desperate moans in my throat, or the orgasm that was rushing up on me.

  If I could have, I would have dug my fingers into his hair to warn him, but seeing as my hands were tied I couldn’t, so instead I lifted my head and spoke. ‘Khalil... I’m going to come...’

  His lips vibrated against my core again as he hummed his approval. ‘Yes. Let yourself go.’

  And I did. Boy, did I. Khalil continued to work me hard with both his fingers and tongue, and before I could really comprehend it, I felt like I was splintering into a thousand pieces. My body heated and began to explode into a series of spasms so powerful they were almost unbearably good.

  I was aware of Khalil murmuring something against my body as I continued to come, but I was so spaced out from the pleasure that I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

  Just as my orgasm began to ebb Khalil shifted up the bed, gripping his cock in one hand and staring down at me with such desire in his eyes that I could immediately tell he was going to take me now, and it wasn’t going to be soft or gentle, as he had been with me so far.

  Lining himself up with my opening, Khalil let out a roar and lurched his hips forwards to bury himself inside me in one smooth, deep thrust.

  My channel was still tight from my orgasm, so as he entered me, I gripped him like a fist, causing pleasure to reignite in my system and Khalil to let out a rare curse word. ‘Fuck, Sara!’

  I was too overwhelmed to answer, because to my utter shock, my body felt like it was already speeding towards another climax, even though I had only just come.

  As I had expected, Khalil’s thrusts were fast, hard, and desperate, and as he began to lose control and jerk his hips, the crest of my orgasm broke. I threw my head back with a yell. Khalil muttered a string of incomprehensible words and then slammed his hips into me as he, too, started to come. Wave after wave of his hot release filled me up as he continued to grind his length inside me, and then finally, when he was spent, he collapsed down onto me.

  I was quite enjoying the sensation of being swathed by his warm body, but even in his exhausted state he was obviously aware that he might squash me and so he shifted onto his forearms.

  We lay like that until our breathing calmed, and then he propped himself up. After placing a delicate, almost reverent kiss on my lips he crawled to the foot of the bed and began to undo my ankles. Both feet were freed and then treated to a massage to help bring back the blood flow before he moved back towards my head. He pulled the knots loose on my wrists and rubbed some life back into them.

  I lowered my arms and examined the slightly reddened area where the silk had held me captive. I traced the marks and a strange thrill ran through my body as I thought back over what we had just done together. Never in a million years had I imagined I would allow a man to tie me up, but I had barely even paused when Khalil had suggested it, and on top of that, I had bloody loved every second of it.

  ‘OK, little one?’ Khalil’s voice broke into my thoughts, and I glanced up to find him watching me closely with a look of uncertainty. ‘Was it too much?’

  I frowned at the hesitancy in voice. Too much? He was worried that I hadn’t enjoyed it? Gazing deeply into his gorgeous eyes, I saw the obvious concern in them, but instead of immediately reassuring him like I had planned to, I found a giggle bursting up my throat.

  My little chuckle suddenly turned into a full-on laugh, and before I knew it, I had tears slipping from my eyes as I tried and failed to contain my giggling fit. Khalil’s eyebrows rose and he looked just as shocked by my outburst as I felt, but the corner of his lips tweaked into a smile as he continued to watch my mirth.

  Finally, I started to get myself under control and wiped at the corner of my eyes. ‘Sorry. I don’t know where that came from.’

  ‘I love hearing you laugh, Sara, but I’m not sure why you were laughing. Was it a reaction to the intensity of what we just did?’

  Smiling shyly, I nodded and cupped his cheek. I ran my thumb across the light covering of stubble. ‘I think so. You asked me if it had been too much, but it was perfect, Khalil.’

  He still didn’t look entirely convinced. ‘Really?’

  ‘Really. I felt like I was having an out of body experience or something.’

  He relaxed his shoulders and once again I was graced with his stunning smile as he nodded and leaned forwards to place a kiss on my lips. ‘I have to agree. It was amazing, Sara. Thank you for trusting me with the ties.’

  ‘Is that something you’ve done before? Like kinky stuff, do you like that?’

  This time it was Khalil’s turn to laugh. ‘No, I haven’t done it before, but I can’t deny that the idea of having you tied up and at my mercy was a very appealing one. It still is... Having you trust me like that while you were so open for me... it was such a gift.’

  A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me as I recalled exactly how spread open and presented to him I had been. He’d have been able to see every last piece of me, not to mention just how excited I’d been, and a furious blush ran up my neck and coloured my cheeks. Khalil’s smile widened to a full-blown grin, and he gathered me into his arms and cradled me against him. I gladly hid my face in the security of his chest. ‘Don’t you dare look embarrassed. You are utterly gorgeous, Sara.’

  I quietly accepted his compliment as I continued to process what had happened between us. ‘Those orgasms...’ I paused, feeling self-conscious, but then decided to go ahead and say what was on my mind. ‘Wow, they were so powerful.’ Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe it was what all climaxes were like? I mean, it wasn’t as if I exactly had much experience to compare it to, was it?

  Had Khalil had shared such intense moments with lots of women before me? It wasn’t a thought I liked at all, but before I could dwell on it, his body shifted below me as he nodded. ‘I agree. I’ve never been pushed so close to losing control before, but being with you like that. you turn me on so much I nearly came before I’d even touched you,’ he admitted quietly. ‘You make me feel like I’m experiencing everything for the first time, Sara. It’s incredible.’

  His words made something warm settle in my stomach as I relaxed and realised maybe this was all as potent for Khalil as it was for me.

  ‘Come, let’s shower again, and then I want to cook you some breakfast.’

  I leaned back and gave him a surprised look. ‘You’re cooking?’

  He nodded and jumped up before scooping me from the bed. ‘Yup. Don’t look so surprised, Sara. I might be a prince but I’m a bit of a whizz in the kitchen. I make a mean stack of pancakes.’

  He carried me to the shower, tickling me on the way, and as I clung to him, giggling, I’d never felt happier.

  One thing was for sure, if we carried on like this for the rest of the week then walking away from Khalil at the end was going to be the most difficult thing I had ever done in my life.

  Chapter Two

  Our days continued in a haze of bliss. We spent a ridiculously large amount of our time in bed wrapped in each other, but on the rare occasions we managed to leave the bedroom we lazed by the pool, chatted with Aliya – who I was becoming really good friends with – and cooked up lavish meals to share. Khalil hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was a whizz in the kitchen – he’d surprised me with his abilities, and between the two of us we’d proved to be quite a competent culinary team.

  Today had started off in spectacular style with Khalil waking me up as he curled around me from behind and snuggled me with his morning erection prodding between my legs. It seemed I was in a constant state of arousal when he was around, so with hardly any effort at all he had slipped inside me and, with the gentlest of moves, had proceeded to bring us both to a lovely, lazy orgasm before promptly falling back to sleep.

  Rolling onto my back, I chuckled as I watched his chest
rising and falling with his gentle snores. He might be a prince, but apparently, he also lived up to the stereotype of men falling asleep straight after sex!

  Once I’d extricated myself from his arm, which was still holding me tightly, I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up, and then came back to the bedroom. As Khalil was still asleep, I decided to sit on the balcony in the sun for a while.

  Pulling on some knickers and a vest top, I glanced at

  Khalil and took the opportunity to stand there for a second looking at him. I shook my head and smiled rather smugly to myself, because boy, had I managed to bed a mighty fine specimen. He looked so peaceful in slumber, with chunks of his thick hair falling messily over his brow and his dark eyelashes fanning across his cheeks. A contented sigh slipped from my lips as I noticed that even though he was still lying on his side, his arm was stretched out as if it had been searching for me in his sleep.

  As I had left to go to the bathroom, I must have tugged the sheet slightly, because it had fallen lower and was now exposing most of his gorgeous chest and the lower part of his ribs, an area that I had recently discovered was particularly ticklish. I knew I should let him sleep, but I was overwhelmed with the idea of tickling him and waking him up with a surprise, just as he had woken me earlier.

  Biting my lip to stop me giving the game away by chuckling out loud, I crept across the room to the far side of the bed where I would be able to strike from behind, and hopefully be out of reach of his grabbing hands for a second or two. Without pausing to overthink it, I lowered my hands and tickled him just below his final rib.

  The result was immediate, and very satisfying, as Khalil let out a holler of surprise and then began to wriggle within the sheets to try to escape my teasing. I took advantage of the blankets trapping him and tickled harder, my laughter escaping as he got more and more worked up. Finally, he freed himself and I let out a giggled shriek as he rose up from the bed with a wolfish grin on his face.

  ‘Oh, you are going to pay for that, Sara!’

  I did the only thing I could think of, which was to run for the relative safety of the balcony, because surely, he wouldn’t follow me out there while he was stark naked, would he?

  I heard shuffling noises as he moved for a second or two, but then the room inside went silent. I stood there expecting him to come charging out, but to my disappointment, he didn’t. I waited for several minutes, and then finally crept towards the doorway and poked my head around to see what he was doing.

  Whoosh!

  A pillow came sailing towards me and only just missed hitting me in the face, a move that startled me so much I laughed out loud again, and then tried to wrestle it off him. Our play fight moved back inside the bedroom where I lunged for a second pillow from the bed. My move cost me dearly, though, because Khalil took advantage of my turned body and caught me with a pillow hit to the back. It must have burst the lining because suddenly I was surrounded by thousands of feathers floating through the air.

  I hadn’t had this much fun since I was a kid! Laughing, I turned with my new weapon and managed to wipe the smug look from his handsome face with a swipe to the top of his head.

  I was vaguely aware of a noise behind me, but I was so caught up in the pillow fight with Khalil that it didn’t register fully until I heard the bark of an angry and unfamiliar voice. ‘Khalil!’

  Khalil and I spun towards the door and then froze. Both of us were panting and feathers were still raining down around us, but as my gaze settled on the furious man standing in the doorway none of that mattered anymore.

  Who the hell was this?

  Khalil quickly lowered his pillow to cover his groin and then frowned. ‘Father? Why are you home so early? You weren’t due back for another three days.’

  Father? Oh shit! This was the Sheik? I was instantly struck with fear and took an anxious step back.

  ‘It is not important. What I want to know is what on earth is going on in here?’

  As he spoke his eyes flicked between Khalil and me and then raked down me from head to toe. From the disapproving curl to his lip I obviously looked as dishevelled and recently fucked as I felt. Damn it. I was standing in front of the Sheik half naked, flushed, and covered in feathers – I literally couldn’t have felt more ashamed and embarrassed.

  ‘Yet another of your summer flings, is it?’ he asked with a sneer as he once again cast a disapproving glance over me.

  Khalil tensed beside me, but I immediately played the Sheik’s words through my mind again, feeling sick to my stomach. Another of his summer flings? Was this something Khalil had done a lot before? God. Had I really been naive enough to think that I was special?

  I tried to get my breath and focus, but nausea still gripped me. This was no doubt a regular occurrence for Khalil. Maybe he moved a woman in with him every year for a summer of fun while his parents were away. I wondered just how many women he’d romanced and made feel special when he was staying in the UK, too.

  A wave of shame and despair washed over me, and I suddenly had the desperate urge to run away and hide, but Khalil’s father was blocking the doorway.

  Crossing his arms over his chest, the Sheik raised his chin and glared at me again. ‘You can leave now.’ His disgusted words were directed at me as his stare dragged across me once more, taking in my bare legs and tiny vest top. He glowered at Khalil. ‘It’s quite obvious you have had your fun.’

  I couldn’t process all of this. The jealous thoughts of Khalil with other women, the shock of being caught by his father, the realisation that my time with him was now abruptly over... panic rose so rapidly in my system that I felt really unsteady on my legs. I didn’t know what to do but fleeing certainly seemed like the easiest option.

  ‘Sara, wait.’ Khalil was randomly picking up items of clothing, but in his panic didn’t seem able to dress himself. I didn’t hesitate, though, and as I scrabbled to pull on my skirt I literally couldn’t have felt more like a slut if I had tried.

  His father watched me dress and then held the bedroom door open, seeming to indicate that I was now dismissed. I flicked Khalil a sad glance and went to move towards the door, but Khalil grabbed my wrist to stop me.

  ‘We can still see each other,’ Khalil said in a tone of pure desperation. He had lowered his voice so that his father wouldn’t be able to hear, and his words caused hope to flare briefly in my system before reality caught up and hit me hard. We could never see each other again. His father wouldn’t allow it – that much was blindingly clear from the Sheik’s furious expression.

  Our time together was over.

  Shaking my head, I pulled my hand free. ‘Goodbye, Khalil.’

  ‘Sara, wait!’ He tried to grab for me again, and I heard his father make an irritated noise behind me.

  ‘Khalil, put some clothes on. We need to talk. Now.’

  Strengthening my resolve, I stood taller and fought to restore my bravery. I’d known what I was getting myself into from the start. One week and then we’d part ways. This separation had come a little sooner than I’d expected, but it had always been on the cards.

  With one final glance at Khalil I walked from the room, avoiding eye contact with the Sheik. I made it through the gardens and all the way to the gates to the estate before my tears started to fall, because as much as I had tried not to, I had fallen for Khalil, a man I would probably never even lay my eyes on again.

  Chapter Three

  The first few weeks after leaving Khalil were unbearably awful. It might sound dramatic if I said they were the worst of my life, but it wouldn’t be far from the truth. I felt wretched. I’d never imagined that leaving a relationship could cause a physical pain, but it had. I constantly found myself rubbing at my chest trying to ease the deep ache that sat just where my heart was. The pain dulled as the days went on, but it never truly went away.

  I’d felt so awful I had even considered leaving Somora and heading back to the UK. It would have been easy enough to contact the school and cance
l my contract with them, but I knew doing that at such short notice would leave them short staffed and getting a replacement to come to an island as remote as this wouldn’t have been easy. In the end I gave myself a right talking-to and got a grip on my feelings. I might have loved and lost, but so had millions of people around the world, so it didn’t mean I had to chuck away the chance of a lifetime and scurry home like a scared little girl.

  Keeping up my brave front had been difficult at first because my phone had continually rung with a number I didn’t recognise, sometimes up to thirty times a day. Seeing as I’d been living with Khalil we’d never got around to exchanging numbers, but as I didn’t know anyone else on the island apart from the staff at the school, I had assumed it was him calling and so hadn’t bothered to reply. What was the point? Hearing his voice might make me feel better for a minute or two, but realistically nothing he said could change things.

  He was royalty, heir to the throne of Somora, and expected to make a suitable marriage later this year. At the start of things between us I might have indulged in the occasional fantasy where my romantic mind cast visions of us ending up together, but below my sentimentality I was a realist, and well aware there was no space for a lowly British primary schoolteacher in his life.

  So, I’d ignored the calls to my mobile number, deactivated the answerphone, and deleted the flood of text messages that had arrived, without even reading them. Thankfully they had gradually lessened, and then yesterday, the calls and messages had stopped completely, and I’d had nothing all day.

  I should have been pleased that Khalil had given up, but stupidly I found myself checking my phone throughout the day to see if I’d missed any contact from the mystery number. Even though I hadn’t answered any of his calls, I’d still liked knowing that he was on the other end of the line and thinking about me. Now he wasn’t calling anymore I could only assume he had begun the process of forgetting about me. It wasn’t something I was managing to do at all – he was still on my mind daily and, given the depth of my feelings for him, I suspected he would be for quite some time.