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“Tariq, what are you…?” And she groaned when he entered her in a long, slow, delightful stroke.
“Lucinda,” his velvety voice caressed the back of her ear, “I want to teach you every way a man and a woman can find satisfaction.” He pushed again, and she rewarded him with a gasp, his body glued on hers, her waist-long dripping hair floating in the water. His hand tortured her breast in the most tantalising way.
The shallow water lapped over them, heightening the sensations. He drove once more as the pleasure came so intense, Lucinda arched her spine and opened more for his access.
“Yes, jewel, you’re a quick study.” His hand sneaked under her to tease her core.
Lucinda sank into a delirium of delectation, arching more, her head thrown up as she gasped. But Tariq insisted on his pursuit, thrusting determinedly, fingers rolling, and driving her to desperation.
She couldn’t take it any longer. A volcano erupted, heat spread through her, hotter and hotter and exploded in concentric waves shattering her as she cried helplessly.
His woman’s cries, mixed with her squeezing him causing him to plunge deeper and deeper, increasing his urge. He moved blindly and repeatedly. He thrust the deepest, grunting; and poured hot gushes, inundating her with his release. He fell on her spent, keeping their bodies joined, her head on his forearm. The waving water caressed their satiated frames, an
d they remained like this for a long time.
At a certain point, Lucinda had turned and they were facing each other. Tariq grazed her wet skin with his stubbed face, she held him by his back, revelling in his smooth skin and steel muscles.
She brushed her lips over his shoulder. “Tariq,” His name in her murmur, with her British accent unique. It would always do weird things to his guts.
“Hm.” His hand delineated her side under the water.
“How else can we do this?” She’d found his olive nipple and licked it.
He groaned with her caress. “Heavens, Lucinda!” He palmed her hips. “You’ll be the end of me.” He sat up, waving smooth water between them. “Here.” His back leaning on the other border, he made her come to his lap astride.
His intention had been only to demonstrate to her, but then her breasts levelled with his cognac irises while he held her hips. Her eyes wide on him, curious. His body reacted immodestly. There was no resisting taking her breast in his mouth again. When she moaned, he was lost.
Lucinda had enough imagination to understand what he intended to show. She looked at him. And lower. He hardened even more under her scrutiny. “Tariq!” She marvelled.
So he answered her question in a very clear way.
Much later, bathed and dressed, they sat on the cushions in the big room downstairs. Before them a banquet of flavour-full delicacies, which they ate with their fingers. Servants served the food and hot tea, being the first time Lucinda identified them.
Spacious rooms like this usually served for the owner to receive his male guests while the women gathered in a separate one.
“How do you heat the water in the bath?” Lucinda asked after she’d tried delicious flat bread with vegetables. She dressed one of the tunic sets he’d bought for her in one of the villages. This one was bright green with simple but beautiful embroidery around the neckline.
Tariq moistened his bread in the vegetables spicy sauce. In one of his white kaftans and sirwaal, his obsidian hair wet and shiny. “A hot spring runs under this terrain. We discovered it by chance and then we used it for the bath.” He smiled at her curiosity.
She took a sip of tea, ripping her eyes from him. His smile too appealing, it made his features utterly magnetic. He should do it more times. With his men, he usually behaved carefree, and she’d witnessed him smile and laugh during the trip through the desert. But never to her unless one counted those sardonic lopsided smirks a smile.
“Are you enjoying your food?” She became suddenly silent.
“Oh, very much. Thank you.” She took another bite. “I’d like to know what Adriana’s father did to you.” Her eyes searched him. “You never mentioned it.”
Remembering his quest with Graziani did not list as the most pleasant subject after the bath they’d shared, he mused. “We had dealings for many years, as he had with my father. Then I discovered he’d been dishonest from the time my father passed.” His father had always told him he could trust Pietro and Tariq never cared to check their agreements thoroughly. “He’d been stealing and blaming me to the other merchants.” His cognac eyes, lit by the lamps’ glow, darkened with revolt.
Lucinda saw how the people in the villages respected him. He sold his goods at a fair price and bought their handicrafts at reasonable rates, without exploiting their work. Adriana’s father’s fraud must have been hard on him. “That’s a serious disloyalty.”
“I agree. I took a long time to clean my name and be able to build up a solid trade again.” Talking about what led him to seek atonement, forced him face the fact he needed to decide what to do about her now. They’d reached his home, and he’d planned to take her back when his trade in the desert finished. He had time as he didn’t lead his caravan during the hottest summer months. The intention came before, well, before everything. He didn’t want her gone; he wanted her here with him, in his bed, in his life, in his arms. Until this…this fever seeped out of his blood. No sign it’d occur any soon. He couldn’t stand the simple possibility of her gone, let alone take her back himself. No, oh no! She was here, and she’d stay here. The rest be damned!
Not even knowing he had abducted her, a lady, would stop him from trying to keep her with him.
In the cool, starred night, Tariq held Lucinda close to his strong warm body, under the blankets. Not even in his nightmares he would admit to her gone.
Lucinda took time to sleep, despite the fact she was extremely tired. His bed was so comfortable, like a nest. Added to him snuggling her tight, she lay safe and warm, revelling in it. She didn’t wish to think; only wanted to engrave this content moment in her memory. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
CHAPTER TEN
