Page 67 of Gift of Dragons


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He walked away from her.

Just turned and walked away.

As if he hadn’t completely flipped her world upside down.

As if she wasn’t hyperventilating from a galloping heart and bellowing lungs.

Yes, she’d asked for it.

But almost to the last moment when he gave his answer, she must have believed in her heart of hearts that she wouldn’t get it.

Have him.

That he would ultimately reject her. Because he never indicated beyond the physical act thatone nightthat he ever wanted her back.

Never!

She wasn’t stupid, even if she was mostly untried in the ways of sex and attraction. She saw how her subjects pursued their desires openly, lavishly, and insatiably, as the case might be. She witnessed coy flirtations and aggressive persuasions.

She also observed the deep affection and companionship some couples shared. For example, between Shai’s parents. Between Pa-nahsy and his lady wife. Papa had shown a noted preference for her mother as well, but Ahmose’s demeanor was always distant and cool.

The point being, she knew about attraction and desire. She saw it every day.

But Shai never looked at her with anything but formality and duty. He never touched her on purpose or even by accident, unless it was for her own protection. He certainly never expressed any attraction to her in so many words.

Yet, unbelievably, just now, he invaded her space, touched her without permission, the way she’d been hungering for him to do, the way a man would treat a woman who was his equal in every way—not asking but taking. Demanding.

She’d struck him when he hurt her. A reflexive lashing out.

She wasn’t sorry either.

How could he say those mean things? Didn’t he know how she felt? Whom she truly wanted? Always and forever wanted?

He bore it well. As if he knew she had every right to hit him.

They were equals. In a way she’d never been with anyone else. Just a man and a woman, dancing around the tension between them, pushing and pulling in a rhythm as old as time.

He’d saidayein that deep, husky baritone.

He wanted her back.

He was coming to her tonight.

He’d called her “little cat”!

She wanted to burst with happiness and squeal her joy.

She wished Sitre In or Mutnofret were here so she could bombard them with questions about how to please a man. She thought she’d done a decent job of it the one night they had together, for he released his seed several times and in great quantity.

But he didn’tsayso, did he?

Perhaps any man with any woman would reach climax if she sucked on his cock and he rutted upon her body. Perhaps what she did was nothing special.

She wanted to do somethingspecialwith Shai.

She wantedeverything.

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