There was too much going on, she thought frantically, not sure where to put her attention. His leg between hers should have felt awkward and embarrassing. No one had ever touched her there. Instead the increased pressure helped. If she arched her hips and rubbed against him she felt both better and worse.
His hand gently closed over her left breast, even as he licked the inside of her ear. His thumb swept across her tight nipple, making her gasp. His touch was more amazing than she could have imagined. There was an instant connection between her breast and a spot between her legs. The more he touched one, the more the other ached.
She’d never gone this far before, she thought hazily. She should probably make him stop—except she didn’t want to. She felt vulnerable, but not scared. Kardal might be the man who had kidnapped her from the desert, but she was no longer afraid of him. Nor of what he would do. All her life she’d tried to live in a way that honored her family and her heritage, yet her phone call to her father made it clear that he didn’t care. What did it matter if she let Kardal have his way with her? What did it matter if she wasn’t a virgin?
He shifted, moving so that he was between her thighs, supporting himself on his forearms. Sabrina felt the first fluttering of panic.
“Kardal, I don’t…”
He hushed her with a quick kiss. “I know, my desert bird. You are still innocent and I’m not willing to accept the consequences of defiling a princess.” He grinned. “I’m very fond of my head and wish to keep it upon my shoulders. I will not go too far.”
His smile faded. He tugged on her dress until it was up to her hips, then pressed himself against her.
Something hard pushed into the apex of her thighs. Something she’d never seen until Kardal’s bath, never touched, but there was no doubt as to its purpose.
“I want you to know how much I desire you,” he said fiercely. “How I ache for you. Do you feel my arousal?”
She nodded, unable to speak. There were several layers of clothing separating them. Her panties, his trousers and whatever he wore under them. But the pressure of his need was unmistakable. He moved slightly, rubbing against her. Something quickened inside of her. She caught her breath.
His smile returned. “So you like that? If I do more will you tell me what you want?”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
He flexed again. Pleasure shot through her. She gasped.
“Perhaps this is not such a good idea,” he said through slightly clenched teeth. He shifted so that he was lying next to her.
Before she could ask what he was doing, he slid his hand up her thigh and settled it between her legs. The pleasure returned, although she wasn’t completely sure they were supposed to be doing this.
He must have read her concern in her eyes. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, pressing kisses to her face. “You will be as untouched as before.” He pressed in, only the barrier of her panties between them. “All right, perhaps not as untouched, but still a virgin.”
She wanted to ask him why he was doing this. What was so special about touching her there. But before she could form the words, he began rubbing her, circling around. He favored one small spot that made her entire body stiffen in a very good way.
“Kardal?” she breathed.
He nuzzled her neck. “Enjoy, my innocent princess. There are many delights of the body. This is just one.”
As he spoke, he continued to touch her. Her legs fell open. She thought she should be embarrassed, but she couldn’t think about anything except how wonderful he made her feel. When he leaned over her to kiss her, she found herself sucking on his tongue and biting his lips. She needed deep, passionate kisses and the continued stroking of his fingers.
Pressure built inside of her. Her breasts felt so tight that the slightest brush of his forearm against her nipple made her gasp.
Her hips began to pulse in time with his ministrations. The tension increased and she could barely breathe. Kardal muttered something under his breath, then stopped what he was doing.
“What?” she asked, dazed, lost and feeling as if she would die if he didn’t continue.
“I have to touch you,” he growled and quickly jerked off her panties.
With her dress up around her hips, she was naked from the waist down. No man had ever seen her this way, yet she didn’t care that Kardal looked upon her. Not if he started touching her again.
Thankfully he did. But this time was so much sweeter. His fingers parted her curls and found that one spot again. This time he rubbed her, circling her swollen and damp flesh until she found she could not breathe. All of time stood still as he continued to touch her over and over again.