international affairs, and fiancee to the most powerful man in the country.
are the true motivators, and powerful alliances are much more important than
romantic entanglements. My passion is my work, and nothing, not even the
promise of happily-ever-after, will keep me from accomplishing my mission.
shattered my heart years ago. He’s proposed that I stand by his side and foster
the beginning of a new political dynasty.
we’ve rekindled but the very laws of the nation he has sworn to uphold.
America and COMMANDER.
I lifted my head and studied Ashur’s giant body behind me. He towered over my small frame, but somehow, we fit.
We’d always fit.
He regarded me with hooded eyes that were filled with longing.
“I’m not going to be fucking you in here. I won’t take that from us. When I take you, it isn’t going to be a fast fuck. It is going to be long, hot, and sweaty.”
Relief washed over me. He had me so worked up that I probably would have let him. At least, one of us had some restraint.
“However, we aren’t going out there until I see you coming at least once.”
Strike the restraint part.
He tugged the fitted hem of my dress up my thighs and over my bottom.
Why wasn’t I pushing his hands away? Why was I stepping a little wider?
Because you want the release as much as he wants to give it to you.
“You’re so wet, baby. I can see your desire soaking your underwear.”
I glance toward the closed door. “I’m not quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear us.”
His hand crept down to the waistband of my thong, ducking inside.
“Why don’t you let me worry about that. You just enjoy.”
His fingers grazed my clit, sending a shockwave of desire down my spine.
I gasped, “Ashu.”
“Are you watching us?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
I couldn’t keep my gaze away from us, even if I wanted to. He was so sure, so confident, so fucking sexy as hell.
He repeated the feathery touch, not going farther than the sensitive nub. He teased me until I closed my eyes and surrendered to his soft caress. He pushed a finger past my dipping cleft and into my aching core, making me gasp and writhe against him.
“Watch yourself, Tara. You are a goddess, a warrior, the siren who calls to me in my dreams. See what I see, when you come.”
I opened my lids and focused on my face. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes glazed. My chest heaved up and down within the constraints of my bra. My nipples rubbed against the lace fabric covering them, causing them to pebble tight. The front of my underwear that was soaked through with my arousal.
My fingers dug into his arm, holding on for dear life.
Ashur’s hand worked me underneath the material, pumping in and out, pressing at the sensitive area deep inside, and driving me crazy.
“Do you want to come, love?”
“Yes, Ashu. I… I… need. I’m dying.”
“No, you’re not. You’re about to shatter on my hand. Now let me see it.” He plunged another digit inside me to join the other.
My body bowed, loving the pleasure-pain of his thick fingers stretching me and working my soaping pussy.
I rode his fingers, my head thrashing back and forth. Just when my body couldn’t hold out any longer, I turned my face, gripped the back of his head, and captured his lips. My pussy contracted and then clamped down on his pistioning fingers. My orgasm took over, making my body shudder and shake. I clamped my eyes closed and cried out my pleasure into Ashur’s mouth as my release flooded his fingers in my cum. He continued his ministrations until he’d wrung the last of my release out of my spasming pussy.
I lost the ability to hold myself up and collapsed completely against Ashur, breaking our kiss. He held me to him, murmuring words I couldn’t really understand into my hair.
Slowly he slid out of my still-convulsing core. “Now Mrs. Kumar. I believe we need to prepare ourselves for landing.”
Her heroines are fresh, well-educated, and often find love and romance through atypical circumstances. Sienna treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment and indulgent satisfaction.
Sienna loves the life of travel and adventure. She plans to visit even the farthest corners of the world and delight in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn’t writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her “happily ever after” with her husband and children.