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Then she sensed he was near his climax. She wanted her own climax to be shared completely and utterly with him.
His movements became faster, more urgent. Their bodies were locked together, just as they always would be, she told herself in that last moment before he cried out.
She felt him push into her one last time, and she held onto him even more firmly than before, not wanting to lose one moment of their joy.
Then he arched his head back and cried out his pleasure. She felt him emptying himself into her. And, at the exact same moment another final wave swept over her. She called out his name as he lowered his head, his lips easing down onto her neck.
Then they both allowed the ecstasy to spread its welcome through their joined bodies.
They were one again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When Qazim awoke he realized Grace was gone. He felt a jolt of shock as he sat up in the bed.
He was alone.
Again.
When had she left? He wondered what time it was. It was still dark outside. He could see the moonlit terrace through the closed double doors of his bedroom.
He ran a hand across the empty space where she had lain alongside him. It was cold. She had obviously left a while ago.
He leapt out of bed and stood, naked by the side of the bed. He paused, recalling how he'd heard the distant sound of Zarif crying. Qazim had slept through that sound. Just as he'd become accustomed to doing these past few weeks.
Grace must have gone to Zarif when she'd heard the tiny, distant cry for attention.
That was how it had been before.
But, now everything was different.
Wasn't it?
What had happened in this bed mere hours before had changed everything. He knew that was true. He felt it in his soul.
He thought about the way Grace had surrendered to him; the way she'd had looked at him while they'd made love time and time again.
Yes.
Everything was changed now, he told himself.
He thought about what they'd said to each other as they'd lain on the bed, the remnants of ecstasy still quivering through their bodies.
They had both declared their love to each other.
Love.
Emotion rose to Qazim's throat. He felt a powerful sense of victory. His heart quickened at the memory of her words.
She'd told him she loved him.
And those words had sent his soul into delirium.
In turn, he had declared his love to her. And, from her reaction, he'd seen that, at last, she believed him. That, at last, she accepted the truth of what their life together really meant, now.
Qazim heard a distant noise. A familiar sound.
He froze, straining his hearing.
