This is an extract from another one of my books: THE SHEIKH'S ONE NIGHT LOVER. I really hope that you enjoy it! Ciao!

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The sudden sound in the dark hallway made her stiffen just after a door, unable to move as she was on forbidden grounds, appearing here after having lost her way. Her throat ran dry and fear washed over her. The sound came again, louder, choked, and she was able to distinguish it as a man's low cry. Her first instinct was to run down the long dark halls. But, the second cry touched something in her. It was slightly higher than the first, pained, and distressed. Although she didn't know who it belonged to, she opened the door silently and peered in, cautiously, carefully. The room was completely shrouded in darkness and her eyes could make out nothing. The disturbing cry came again, more loudly than the former. She heard the utterer struggle. She stilled. What if the occupant of the room was being killed by strangling? Was it good if she perchanced and interrupted such? She realized that she herself would have to be killed if she did. She made to turn, about to leave when a voice stilled her.

'Stop,' he said. It was just a word but it iced her. She turned back as trashing sounds came to her and she figured then that the occupant of the bed was struggling with his own bed. 'Don't, please,' he pleaded softly in a hoarse masculine voice, but loud enough for her to hear him. She wondered if he had cried for it sounded as if he had. His plea touched her. It sounded desperate. He kept talking, begging softly in muffled words, trashing violently as his cries increased. She could not bear to leave him. She made towards him, navigating the dark room with his voice and sometimes her hands. Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. She went around the bed to the struggling figure that was violently trashing as if someone was pressing him down by neck. 'No! No! Let me,' he pleaded.

'Hey!' she whispered bending over the trashing form on the bed, happy to discover that he was alone, leaning into him. His soft pleas quickened, pained. He sounded breathless as if life was going out of him. Did he have a spiritual problem? She climbed into his bed despite her thoughts, kneeling beside him, trying to hold him down. His eyes flew open, and then they went shut again, taking with it the pain and distress she had glimpsed in its dark depth. 'Hey! Wake up!' she tried to rouse him, shaking him. Her eyes had completely adjusted to the initially thick darkness.

'No!' he mumbled repeatedly. His trashing stopped for a moment before his hands went to his neck, trying to removing an invisible external force, fighting with something -or someone? - that just wasn't there. She hugged him to her, soothing him with words.

'It's alright. It's just a nightmare. You'll be just fine,' she whispered. It worked, for he stilled, relaxing, melting into her warm embrace. He opened his eyes then and stared at her.

'Sumera,' he whispered opening his eyes, directing his melanous gaze directly into her huge brown orbs.

'Are you alright?' she asked him.

'Sumera,' he whispered with so much tenderness. Was he referring to her? She was not Sumera. He was mistaking her for someone or he had gone to bed foxed. 'Sumera, my Sumera,' he said and she was convinced that he was still drugged on sleep, not totally conscious. It was quite good. His words were a bit slurred.

'It was a nightmare.'

'It was bad,' he told her,' the nightmare,' he added. She nodded, not sure if he could see her or decode the gesture in his state.

'Yes,' she agreed softly, 'It was. It was only a nightmare. You're awake now, it won't harm you as long as your eyes are open,' she told him as if he was seven years old.

'It won't,' he repeated in a mutter. He murmured things she could not hear as he held unto her, for comfort, for sanity. It was rare to see a man like this, soft and vulnerable, very rare. She sighed softly as his eyes closed once again. She heard his breath even out and took it as a sign that he was returning to his slumber. She stroked him slowly, tenderly with her fingers until she touched his hair. She stilled alongside her stroking fingers. She felt the straight silky hair, neatly knotted at the back of his head. She knew right then and there who he was.
'So soft,' she heard him mutter in her distant mind. He embraced her softly, leaning up in an awkward bend to plant his lips on her neck. The contact made her gasp as she felt her neck get wet. 'So sweet,' he whispered again against her neck. She looked down at his head and jerked her hands away from him. He kissed the skin of her neck again, lower than the previous spot. She jerked away from him, tugging him away from her. But to her surprise, he held her still, his grip firm as metal.

'Hey!' she yelled at him, afraid.

'Y-you...You're so sweet,' he told her staring up at her, half sitting on the bed.

'Are you drunk?' she gasped out in a bit of fright. He chuckled softly.

'Yes, yes,' he whispered. 'Yes I'm not. No I am,' he informed her with a silly smile.

'You're not making any sense.'

'Sumera,' he began, whispering seductively, luring her with his voice. 'I can't think when you are there, in my bed, with me.' His lips met her collarbone, planting wet kisses there. His lips slid lower, downwards, towards her cleavage.

'Stop it!' she demanded. She tried to free herself but found that she could not escape his grip. He was too strong for her.

'I want you,' he said before running his tongue over her skin. Desire, hot and sudden skedaddled through her. His lips followed, planting sweet passion stimulating kisses that overturned her sexual system.

'Stop this!' she begged. 'Please.' He moved a few times, trying to find a good position, his mouth never leaving hers as he successfully brought her into his bed, over him, holding her down by the waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. She purred unexpectedly, hot and bothered.

'Sumera,' he whispered, 'You're so beautiful.' She didn't care if she was or was not Sumera anymore. She only knew that he was doing unspeakable things to her and her state of mind. Fire razed her, hot and scorching, burning fervently, sweeping through all parts of her body and leaving vehement want in its wake.
'Stop doing this.' She uttered weakly, faintly, her resolve weakened without a sliver of willpower.

'I want you,' he repeated and found her lips, claiming it in a hotly startling way that completely turned her on, roughly yet tenderly, devouring, savouring. Her protest stilled in her mouth at the sudden unanticipated sexual assault. Emotions that she had never felt before in her years of living scatted through her, heavy, crippling, overwhelming. She gasped as he rolled over, taking her with him, maneuvering her successfully beneath him without breaking the enrapturing kiss that left her a blockhead. His hands caressed her roughly, eagerly, impatiently, leaving her horny, weak, pliant, at his mercy. He kissed her everywhere, on her lips, her neck and the whole of her chest. When his lips kissed her breast through the fabric of her clothes, her brain left her. Her pulse skyrocketed, sending common sense out the wide French windows. She should be resisting him, but could not, totally and dutifully subdued, overpowered. She moaned as her nipples hardened under the gentle ministrations of his fondling tongue.

'Sumera,' he said. 'Come to me and I'll make you come for me. Shall I?'

'Y-yes,' she answered breathlessly, subconsciously, completely caught up in the webs of passions he had spun for her, pleasured, completely surrendering to his crazy sexual magnetism that was too sweet, too pleasurable, too tempting, too salivating, too insanely delightful to pass up. She moaned out her pleasure, basking in the ecstasy he brought her, succumbing to his mouth, his tongue, his hands, his body, to him, all of him, crying out as he combed and loved her, cherishing her, marking her, possessing all of her.

'I want you, and I'll have you,' he whispered softly against her ears. She didn't refute, couldn't refute as he claimed her, made her his, for the moment.

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