Free White Moon Black Sea by Roberta Latow Page A

that was the last thing she wanted to do.
    “We have half an hour. Take your clothes off,” he ordered as he started to undress himself.
    Humayun did not protest but asked, “What if they come looking for us?”
    “Hunters must have their prey. You will be their prize, and I shall win you from them again. I shall watch the pleasure in your eyes and hear in your cries the delight of new young male flesh vanquishing you. I will watch them quake in the arms of the divine.” He laughed at her and roughly pulled her into his arms. He kissed her on the lips and bit her on the side of her neck.
    Humayun began undoing her suit. He felt wild and desperate to take her. They were both naked when he pulled her down on to the warm smooth rock and fucked her. He probed her roughly with his penis, but was tender and passionate with his lips and his mouth.
    For Humayun it was sublime. To be fucked, naked in the sunlight, in this barren place encircled by mountains, by her master, the man she loved beyond life itself. Shekissed and bit him with a savage passion of her own. She dug her fingernails deep into the flesh on his back and gasped as she came in streams of exquisite orgasms.
    He took her again in an animal fashion with even greater need and ferocity. In his mind and will he tore her apart with passionate frenzy. When he withdrew, he spun her around in his arms to kiss her again. Tears of overpowering frustration spilled out his inexhaustible desire for her. But with her kisses she smoothed his madness until slowly he became tender again and brushed her cheeks and forehead with his lips as one kisses a child.
    Christos found them that way. He stood over them. “We heard you cry out. It echoes in these hills. I knew you were in no danger. I knew it was the cry that comes from within, the one that comes from passion. No wonder your sexuality tortures me, Humayun.”
    Humayun saw the change in Rashid’s eyes. The outside world had arrived, and he needed to make light of their overwhelming sexual togetherness. She diffused the intensity by raising her arm and extending a hand of welcome to Christos. Such well-timed gestures were what kept Rashid always interested in her. Christos was quick to remove his clothes. Rashid held Humayun in his arms and played with her breasts, kissed her lips, and said to his cousin, “Kiss her, make love to her, fuck her well, Christos. I want her to have all of Crete inside her today.”
    Christos did what he was told and took her the way Rashid wanted him to. Afterward he took Humayun out of Rashid’s arms and had her again by kissing her sweetly, lovingly, with admiration and affection. Christos was extraordinary. For the first time in their lovemaking, the cruel side of his nature, the ambivalence he felt about her as a woman, was not there. She sensed a change in him she did not understand, but she instinctively knew she would never again have sex with him, and she felt more relieved than she would have expected.
    Before Christos rose from the rock he caressed Rashid’s hair, bent forward, and kissed him lovingly on the lips. The three began to dress. It was Humayun who broke the silence.
    “Thank you, Christos. I will never forget these last twenty-four hours I have spent in your beloved Crete. Not as long as I live.”
    Christos wanted to tell Humayun and Rashid that it had always been a secret desire of his to have, just once, sex with Humayun without conflict. That it was he who should thank them for today, and that he would never forget the joy he was feeling. But he said nothing. Words might have broken the spell of the moment.
    Arm in arm they walked back to the Range Rover. The convoy pushed on to its
rendez-vous
with the helicopter. The three stood together in the clearing on top of another peak, surrounded by their convoy of odd vehicles while the men loaded the helicopter with Humayun’s luggage. She and Rashid said their good-byes to everyone and watched as they withdrew down the