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And the truth was, even if Cairo had given her limited options, when it came to wanting him, there was no doubt about the fact that she did.
She wanted him. That was simply the truth of it. There was no coercion when it came to her desire for him.
And maybe... Maybe he was right. Maybe this was what she wanted. Maybe she wanted it so badly because she had never felt like her sexuality, her body was her own. But that was the strange and amazing gift of wanting Cairo. It was a rebellion. And... By wanting her in return, he had also rebelled. It was a heady realization indeed. He had wanted nothing more than to serve Riyaz, than to give him what he wanted, but he had rebelled entirely by doing this. And with that truth, she could see her own power.
Clearly. Absolutely.
So she began to slowly take her gown off, revealing her bare curves beneath, the brief pair of underwear, which she took off quickly. She had never been ashamed to be naked in front of him.
“Come,” he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the tent.
The night air kissed her skin, and her heart began to beat faster, as she thought of that trip into the desert when they had been young.
He looked at her, the smile on his face almost boyish, and it made her wonder if he was thinking of the same thing. They walked slowly, even though the ground was soft.
“If when we were teenagers... If I had kissed you...”
“It frightens me to think of what might’ve happened,” he said. “We would’ve been too young for such an explosion of passion, don’t you think?”
“I do,” she said. “And yet I’m not sure that would have stopped either of us.”
“I’m not sure we would have known how to stop.”
“We’re both nearly thirty, Cairo. And we did not stop when we touched. We definitely wouldn’t have had the maturity to do it then.”
“True.” He tightened his hold on her hand. “But you are my wife now. And we can do whatever we please. You are no longer forbidden to me.”
The words were dark and delicious. They made her shiver.
They came over a small hill, and that was when she could see the pool of water. Two jackals out on the edge looked up when they approached. But the little dogs scampered off into the distance as they approached.
“I told you they would not make nuisances of themselves. They have no real desire to interact with a person, at least not unless we are in much worse shape. They prefer an easier fight.” He held his hand out to her. “Come. Into the water.”
The water was warm from the sun, just perfect, and she took his hand and allowed him to lead her into it.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, and dragged her deeper, held her as they floated, chest to chest, the sound of the waves lapping against their skin calming and arousing at once. “And I would have you beneath the light of the moon,” he said.
“And I would let you.”
Right now they felt like younger versions of themselves. Less complicated versions of themselves. Without murder and kidnappings and betrayal between them. But perhaps this was the truth of them. As they might have been without such complications.
And for tonight, she would revel in it.
“When a warrior took a bride, he would bring her out into the desert to consummate. So that the entire tribe would not hear the sounds of their pleasure. Of course, a hazard of living in tents is that you often did hear the lovemaking of others. But that first night... Warriors and kings were able to keep the cries of their women to themselves. That is why I brought you out here.”
“I don’t care if anyone hears.”
“I know you don’t. And neither do I. But still... It seemed right.”
It did. She didn’t need any further explanation. It just did. He stood them both up, and he began to move his hands smoothly over her water slick skin. She sighed, as he moved his hands up to cup her breasts, to tease her nipples. “You are a goddess. A temptress. And I ought to love you for it. But I cannot. I ought to love myself, and I cannot. For I have one. I have one you.” She knew that she should object to that. To such masculine, possessive language. And yet she found she couldn’t. And she gave up trying by the time one hand moved around to cup her rear, then moved deeper, delving between her thighs, teasing her. Penetrating her. She gave up all resistance after that. And she simply surrendered.
He lowered his head and suckled her nipple between his lips, drawing her in deep as he continued to tease her with his finger.
She rocked her hips against him, found the blunt head of his arousal, used it to soothe that sensitized bundle of nerves between her legs.
She rocked her hips as he pushed two fingers within her, and her orgasm unraveled within her. She gasped, calling out his name.
And then he swallowed her cries with a deep kiss.
