Sheikh's Baby Of Revenge. Tara Pammi

wiggled his hips in some swirly motion and Amira’s eyes rolled back. “Do you doubt it still, habiba?”

      And then his fingers were at the throbbing spot where pressure had been building with his every thrust, and then he was rubbing and pinching in between his smooth thrusts and Amira thought she would die if she didn’t...

      Finally she released a thready, wicked sound when pleasure beat upon her in waves and waves.

      “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a husky voice and Amira’s eyes flew open.

      And when he moved faster and rougher inside her, when he pressed a rough, biting kiss to her mouth, when he gazed into her eyes and whispered her name as his own climax rushed him, when the indescribable pleasure he found with her laid him out in all his vulnerability, stripping from him the arrogance and the command and whatever darkness that dwelled in him, Amira knew she had made the right decision.

      This man was hers, in this moment.

      And she had chosen it.