Chapter 13

London's POV

The moment his lips touched mine, I was lost. I could not control the dizzying current racing through me as he continued to kiss me hungrily. I wanted him so badly that I forgot my reason for being there. The few strands of his hair I got, fell off from my hand.

My traitorous body reacted on him abruptly, yearning for his touch and begging him not to stop. His tongue explored the recesses of my mouth with mastery that left me panting and craving for more when he transferred his mouth on my neck.

I bit my lower lip to stifle the outcry of delight when he sucked the sensitive area behind my ear and covered my breast with his possessive hand. I moaned with intense pleasure when his thumb rubbed my already swollen nipple beneath my bra.

Frustrations overwhelmed me when he stopped kissing me and lifted his head.

"You don't know how much I've been dreaming this, every day and night. I missed the feel of your silky soft skin, your sweet plump lips, the tantalising smell of your arousal... and the intensely satisfying warm feeling of being inside you. I missed hearing you screamed my name when I pushed myself harder and faster into you. You're my craving... my addiction London, I swear, only you."

"Izzy..."

"Please, let me make love to you tonight." His eyes were so dark as he looked at me with burning desire. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Love? He loves me?

My sexual yearning for him immediately died down and replaced with anger.

"What did you say?"

"What?" He looked confused.

"You said something!" I pushed him out of my way as I sat down on the carpeted floor, keeping a distance away from him.

"Are you mad at me?" He settled on the floor giving me an odd look.

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because of what you've said. It's not true... you're lying to me, and I hate that you say these things to me... because... because you only want to have sex with me."

His lips twisted as he continued to observe me. "What I said came from my heart. I missed you so much London, not just to make love with you, but because I missed being with you... and everything about you. You're full of surprises, smart, adventurous, strong and often times stood up against me. There's no boring moments with you."

"NO... no... not that. You said something after that."

"Ahh... yes I remember. Let me make love to you tonight... let me taste every inch of your body baby, suckle your lovely soft breast and lapped my tongue on your..."

"Stop! Stop okay... just stop." I raised my palm in front of him. He was really shameless and talked too dirty. "After that... you said something."

"What about?" He looked at me innocently.

"Don't pretend you forgot Izzy, you said something about love! How dare you talk about love when what you feel for me are all lust."

"Is that what you feel for me? Only lust?" He frowned, looking hurt.

"Don't change the topic by asking me my question. We are talking about you here. Why did you mention love?"

"Why not mention love?" He raked his hair with his fingers.

"Because... because it's forbidden from the very start. It's not part of our deal."

"When did we make the deal of not falling in love? Kindly refresh my memory, I could not recall discussing it."

"Please Izzy, don't make this so hard for me. Stop talking in circles. You don't love me, okay!" My temper rose to scalding fury.

"Okay! If that really upsets you, then I won't mention the word again. But I have to tell you that it's very true. I realized when I was alone in the desert, that you meant so much more to me. I lost my mother, then I lost my brother Ali. I thought they were the most important persons in my life. But I was more grieving for losing you. I got so hurt when you rejected my offer for a relationship. I felt like you don't give a damn about me at all."

I was surprised at his confession. He looked so sincere and I did not have any reason to doubt. I knew he was telling the truth.

"Do you really love me?"

He nodded slowly. "Don't get mad, but yes. I love you so much London, with all my heart, my body and soul. I will marry you because I love you and that's the main reason. I will help you raise your child and accept him as my own wholeheartedly. I beg you, please don't make me a murderer by marrying that prince in Norway. I don't know what I'd be capable of doing when I'd see you with him. Maybe shot him on your wedding day."

I could not help but laugh. "You're crazy."

"I am so crazy for you. Marry me London. I swear there would be no boring moments when we're together. I'll do my best to make you so happy all the time." His eyes lifted wickedly and made a teasing remark. "Do you think it's very exciting to fight and practice your martial arts on me from time to time? It would be a good warm up before we make love."

We both laughed together then suddenly stopped as we locked our eyes together.

"You like it?" He asked.

I nodded and moved closer to him. "But not now." I initiated kissing his lips. Slow at first then became so deep and passionate as our mouths became hungrier for each other.

When I straddled him, I could feel his manhood so hard like stone against my center. He groaned like a wounded animal when I rubbed myself against him.

His mouth traveled downwards, running his tongue from my neck down to my throat. . I moaned with intense pleasure when he suckled one of my breasts.

"Oh God, Izzy... that is so good." I helped him removed my belly dance bra.

He continued to nibble my swollen nipple, alternately rolling and flicking with the tip of his tongue. He made me so wet and ready for him. When his mouth transferred on the other peak, I was ready to cum.

I could not help but screamed his name. And he knew what that meant. In one fluid movement, he shifted his position and expertly removed my thong. When he laid me down on the carpeted floor, I knew what was coming. He brought me up to heaven when his mouth met the center of my arousal.

"You always taste so sweet baby." Izzy said, lapping his deliciously raspy tongue on my wetness. I prevented myself to scream every time the tip of his tongue flicked my swollen bead.

"Izzy, I can't hold on anymore. Please..."

The rhythm of his tongue went faster as he savored my center with aggression. Literally, he was fucking me with his mouth. My Ice prince of the desert who turned barbarian.

I was delirious, perspiring and restless as I watched him hungrily kissing me. His eyes looking at my expression, observing how he made me feel satisfied.

I screamed his name and convulsed when I reached the peak of my arousal. He gave me time to calm down by drawing me in the circle of his arms. Then he carried me to his bed and continued where we left off. He made love to me properly this time and when I was ready, he drove inside me harder and faster until we were both sated.

"I love you Izzy. I love you so much that it hurts." I said to him when he rolled on his back.

He looked at me with a blank stare. Disbelief showed in his expression.

"You do?"

I nodded.

His eyes went round with excitement as he sat up.

"That's true right? You're not kidding me?"

"Of course not, why would I. I love you ever since grade school, you know that."

He shook his head giving me a questioning look. "Really? Since grade school? If only I've known... I found you very pretty the first time I saw you but Harry warned me and that stopped my feelings for you to develop."

"Oh... remind me to poke Harry's head." I giggled and went into his arms.

"I love you so much London. You'll make me so happy if you'll agree to marry me." He said, as he rained kisses on my face.

"Of course I'll marry you, but in one condition..."