Taken

CHAPTER THIRTEEN


“I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming for me to take you.”

Khalid pressed his mouth against her sex, causing her to whimper. He’d taken his sweet time kissing a path up from her ankle to the crease of her inner thigh. Perched on his shoulders, her legs were practically trembling…and not from exhaustion.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll scream right now.”

He slid one of his fingers along the seam of her sex. “You’re so ready for me,” he murmured before plunging the wet digit in his mouth. His pale green eyes locked with hers while he sucked. “Mmm…and you taste so sweet, like honey.”

He leaned forward, hands gliding over her thighs, his mouth edging closer to her sex. With each agonizing inch, Olivia’s temperature spiked. She was practically feverish when his mouth finally covered her.

Curved over her, his black hair framing his handsome face, Khalid devoured her as if paying homage at a shrine. He devotedly worked her flesh with his lips, tongue and mouth. He circled and massaged the hot button between her legs. Sucked and nibbled her.

“Khalid—” Olivia gasped, as she ran her hands over her belly and breasts to ease the ache between her legs. Using his shoulders as leverage, she bucked against him. Olivia groaned. The faster she rocked her hips, the harder he sucked, teasing her * even more.

He reached between her legs, his fingers sliding into her. Deep. All the way to the knuckles. Breathing heavily, on the verge of a bone-shattering orgasm, Olivia tensed. Her head fell back, body arching, her vision unfocused.

“Khalid,” she cried out, her body shivering violently. He answered her by sinking his tongue into her pulsing channel, while his fingers strummed her cleft.

“Make me come,” she pleaded.

“Turn over onto your stomach.”

Mind like mush, muscles trembling, she obeyed him.

She was so beautiful sprawled across the table, butt thrusting up in the air, legs spread open, waiting for him. Khalid pressed his groin against her slit, his cock twitching as he felt her wetness. He palmed her plump ass, ran a hand over her lower back, and along the curve of her spine. He couldn’t get enough of her soft dark skin.

“Please, Khalid,” she begged, wiggling her sexy bottom. His rod stiffened, extended toward her heat.

Wanting this to last, he sank into her slowly. Her moan vibrated through her body and rippled over him. Khalid sucked in a deep breath. He withdrew slowly, pausing at the tip.

“You are mine,” he growled, pushing back to the root, her buttocks flush against his groin. “You will always be mine.”

Needing more intimacy, Khalid leaned over her, clasping her hands. He slowly pumped his hips, plunging in and out of her tight sheath. She rolled her hips in time with his thrusts. A wave of pleasure washed over him. There was nothing in the world like being buried inside her.

“I’m going to come so hard,” he predicted. He turned his head and kissed her neck. He reveled in the salty taste of her skin, now slick with a sheen of sweat.

She was so wet and hot, he slipped in and out of her with ease. His primitive instincts kicked in, causing him to focus on f*cking and being f*cked until he satisfied this insatiable hunger riding him.

Khalid released her hands. Palms flat against the table, to give himself some leverage, he pushed himself up. The new position altered the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to sink bone-jarringly deep.

“Ah…yes,” he rasped, rolling his hips against her butt cheeks, his cock butting her womb. He increased his tempo, slamming into her harder and faster. Each thrust better than the last because she clutched him like a velvet fist.

“Khalid…you feel so good.” Moaning loudly, she jerked and undulated beneath him. She clenched and squeezed him, milking his cock. Khalid gritted his teeth as she shattered around him.

Her passionate release amplified a sudden need of his. Possessed, Khalid pounded into her. His temperature accelerated, heat stealing over his body, hot like the midday sun. His balls tightened and his breathing became an effort. Still Khalid held on, prolonging the exquisite torture.

Khalid looked down at the goddess beneath him. This passionate little virgin had stolen his heart as no other woman had. And there had been plenty. Some of them he f*cked, some he had not. And all of them had failed to hold his interest.

“I want to see you when you come.”

Khalid rolled his eyes. Why did she have to go and f*ck with his mind? Spoken softly, her request shook him to his very core. He pushed back to a kneeling position, bringing her with him. “Turn around and straddle me,” he commanded. Without unseating him, Olivia maneuvered herself into position.

Face-to-face, both of them were breathing heavily. Her chocolate-tipped breasts rose and fell, beckoning him to touch them. Unable to resist, Khalid leaned forward and drew one of the taut buds into his mouth.

“Ooohhh,” she howled, bucking against him. With each flick of his tongue, she moaned and rocked her hips. To add fuel to the fire, she slipped a hand between them and caressed her cleft. Her tiny hand moved up and down. The image almost undid him as a juggernaut of lust shot through his body.

Khalid gripped her slender waist and thrust upward. They quickly matched each other’s rhythm. Faster and faster, they moved against each other, the two of them rocking their hips in tandem.

Her tight sheath suddenly contracted, clutching his length. Khalid squeezed his eyes shut as his balls tightened. He could feel himself grow harder and thicker.

He leaned back, her nipple popping wetly from his mouth. With one hand anchored around her neck the other at her hip, Khalid lifted and then slammed back into her. His orgasm clawed its way down his back, setting him off.

“Olivia.”

He came with such a ferocity that surprised even himself, with wave after wave of his hot seed shooting inside of her.

“Christ,” he snarled as he slowly pumped his hips, allowing the aftershock of his release to abate. As if sensing what just happened, Olivia brushed her lips against his, comforting him. Always the caregiver, he mused.


“Do you feel respected?” he asked between butterfly kisses.

“In more ways than one.”

***

The next morning Olivia was awakened with a smack on her backside.

“Are you going to sleep all day?”

Olivia rolled onto her back and stretched languidly. She had aches in places she didn’t know existed. “It’s all your fault,” she chastised. “With all your talk of hugs and kisses.”

Khalid squatted down next to the bed. The bags under his eyes were a testament to their twenty-four hour sexual marathon. “Did you enjoy them?”

“Every single one,” she answered, reaching for him.

Chuckling, he ran his hands ran over her arms as she wrapped them around his neck. “I’ve made a wanton out you,” he whispered against her throat.

Olivia couldn’t deny his allegation. Despite having sex all over their tent, in every way imaginable, she still wanted more. Greedy for more, she shifted her body weight in an attempt to pull him back into bed.

“Soon tihoussay.” He rose so quickly, with her in tow, she gasped. “I have another gift for you.” He handed her a turquoise caftan then helped her slip the dress over her head.

“You also need a pair of shoes.”

“If you insist.” Pouting, she walked over to a nearby chest and retrieved a pair of leather slippers.

Khalid took her hand and led her through the main area and outside. They didn’t walk far. Attached to their tent was a smaller one with its own entrance. The addition reminded her of the lean-tos other tribes members kept their animals.

Frowning, Olivia looked up at him. “Please don’t tell me you bought me a goat.”

Khalid tipped his head back and laughed. “Go in and see.” He swatted her ass when she didn’t budge.

Not the least bit excited, Olivia untied the flap and went inside.

“Oh, my God!” she gasped, taking in the low wooden table stocked with all of her gifts. A row of pillows lined a far wall, and in the center laid a large Turkish rug. He’d transformed the tiny space into a nurse’s station.

“I assumed you’d needed privacy while seeing your patients, so I added this onto our tent.” He walked over to the wall. “You don’t have to come outside, either. You can just detach these straps and voila,” he said, revealing the main living area of their tent.

As he moved about the space pointing out little details, Olivia’s ears started ringing. She loved the effort he’d put into his gift, but she couldn’t ignore the implications of his actions.

Grinning from ear to ear, with his arms outstretched, he asked, “So what do you think?”

“You’re never going to send me back, are you?” Olivia marveled at how even-keeled her voice sounded.

His arms dropped to his sides. “Olivia, I—”

“Just yes or no.”

“No.”

Olivia turned her head toward the tent flap. Her eyes skipped over the black tents, seeking the endless sand of sea. “So this is my fate.” She smiled ruefully as she blinked back tears. “I-I am…I’m not feeling so good. I think I’m going to lie down,” she uttered, while swaying on her feet.

He reached for her, but she sidestepped him. Over the ringing in her ears, she heard him call her name, demanding she wait. Olivia ignored him as she sought the comfort of their bed.

“Olivia,” he whispered, touching her thigh.

Moaning, Olivia rolled away from him. Why didn’t he leave her alone? She wanted to wallow in her misery and she didn’t want his company.

Silence fell between them like a blessed blanket. Olivia used it to her advantage and closed her eyes. She allowed her mind to wander on everything besides the life he’d condemned her to. She almost drifted off to sleep when she felt the bed shift. Olivia tensed as he settled in behind her. If he so much as touched her, she would scream!

“Olivia?”

She didn’t answer him. She didn’t move either. Maybe if she feigned sleep, he’d leave her alone.

He moved closer. Rock hard and thick, his cock brushed against her butt cheek, slid down the seam of her ass, and settled against her sex. Through the thin fabric of her gown she felt the moisture from his pre-cum, and like a light switch he triggered her uncontrollable desire for him.

Olivia swallowed a whimper.

“Olivia…”

“Don’t do this, Khalid,” she beseeched, and yet did nothing to stop him when he slowly lifted her gown.

While he angled his hips so his cock pressed insistently against her sex, his lips captured her earlobe and sucked.

“Don’t do this,” she repeated, this time with much less conviction.

“Tell me you don’t want me inside you and I’ll stop.” His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs slowly flicking her nipples. He rolled his hips, coating his cock with the proof of her arousal. He licked and kissed the hollow of her neck, using his entire arsenal to disarm her.

“Tell me,” he implored as she arched into him, her mouth falling open in a silent moan.

How could she react so ferociously to a man who treated her like a possession? How could she want him so badly?

Olivia turned her head and looked up at him. Hovering over her, eyes glimmering with lust, Khalid exuded an aura of primal magnetism few men could match. He was the embodiment of every woman’s fantasies including hers.

What was waiting for her at home? Long days at her brother’s practice, and even longer nights alone in an empty bed. At least here in the desert she could still do what she loved while being thoroughly loved by a beautiful man.

Olivia cupped the back of his head. Her fingers threaded through his dark curly locks. His eyes rolled heavenward as he groaned loudly. “I want you inside me.”

Khalid slammed into her at the same time his mouth sealed over hers. He kissed her deeply, ravaging her mouth with his lips and tongue. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he rode her like an animal.

Olivia clutched the bedding. He’d never taken her like this before, so violently and with such abandon. Animalist snarls and grunts punctuated his battering thrusts, serving to heighten her pleasure. This was more than just lovemaking. This was pure and primal f*cking at its highest level and she couldn’t get enough as she eagerly met him thrust for thrust.

“So good,” he rasped hoarsely, breaking their connection. He placed a hand in the middle of her back tipping her forward.

Tilted at a new angle, the mushroom head of his cock rubbed that ultra-sensitive spot high up inside her. Olivia cried out. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Her heart raced, the blood pounding through her veins as he took her over and over again.

“Hold me tighter,” he commanded.

Out of sheer instinct alone and despite the luscious soreness between her legs, Olivia reached behind her. She latched onto his wrists and held on.

“After tonight,” he verbalized around punishing thrusts, “home will be wherever I am.”

His arrogant words and authoritative tone should’ve rubbed her the wrong way, but they didn’t. A surge of arousal rippled through her. The hot coil in her belly expanded. She clenched around him.

“Yes, baby! Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He buried his face into her neck without abandoning his rhythm. His hips slapped against her ass as he continued to fill her. He was unbelievably big, rock hard, and so impossibly deep.

Olivia climaxed, crying his name. Her entire body pulsed with euphoric spasms. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“You’re asking the impossible,” he gritted out. His body jerked against her, stiffened and then she felt the hot spill of his seed.

Still shaking and breathing heavily, he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him to rest on his chest.


“Let me rest and we’ll go again.” He ran his hand down her back and palmed her ass.

“No rush,” she said, tracing the hairs on his chest. They had all the time in the world because whether she liked it or not she was home.