Free Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton

brothers, withered
and died. How could he value one life over another?
    Options raced through his mind as he stared
at her. It was too late for him to free her from her wish. By
calling him back, he was bound to her now until that wish was
fulfilled. But…maybe there was a way to prolong it. Until, at
least, he could come up with a better solution for all of them.
Zoraida wouldn’t kill his brothers so long as he was here. Not when
she needed Mira’s soul to strengthen her powers. And if he stayed
with Mira, the witch couldn’t send Ghuls to influence Mira’s
thoughts.
    Staying took on a whole new appeal. Maybe
they could just sit here and talk until he figured out what to do
next.
    “Tariq?”
    Mira’s
soft voice jolted him out of his thoughts, and he brushed a finger
down her cheek before he thought better of it. “In my language, the
word for teacher is mu’allim .”
    “ Mu’allim ,” she
repeated, drawing the word out. “I like that. But you didn’t answer
my question.”
    Her skin
was silky smooth, and so pale next to his hand. Captivating. “You
are beautiful, hayaati . And
yes, I am extremely attracted to you. So much so that I left before
not because I wasn’t interested, but because I knew if I didn’t
leave then, I wouldn’t be able to stop touching you, stop tasting
you. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop taking you.”
    Heat flared in her eyes. Heat and desire and
need. A need he could sate, right here and now. If, that was, he
planned to corrupt her, which he couldn’t do anymore.
    Keep talking . He
had to keep talking so he didn’t reach for her.
    “So much so,” he went on, thinking any words
were better than none, “that the thought of you wanting to know how
to please a man fills me with a jealous streak I’ve never
experienced before. Djinn are not jealous creatures.”
    A slow smile spread across her face, one
that turned her from beautiful to downright gorgeous. She eased up
on her elbows, maneuvered to sitting, and pulled her legs out of
the way. “Is that so?”
    “ Yes, hayaati , it
is.”
    She moved before he even realized her
intent. Pushed against his chest, sending him back onto the
mattress. Then she leaned over him until her strawberry-blond hair
fell around his face like a curtain. “I want to make you feel as
good as you made me feel.”
    Holy Allah in heaven . No one had ever cared about pleasing him. In all the
years he’d been Zoraida’s pleasure slave, his assignments had only
ever cared about their own desires. His weren’t even an
afterthought. “Mira—”
    She brushed her lush lips against his
throat. Tingles rushed through his body, speared straight into his
cock. “Do you like to be kissed here?”
    His resistance wavered as his eyes slid
closed. “Um…”
    “How about here?” She trailed her mouth up
to his ear, laved her tongue across his lobe as he’d done to
her.
    Yes, yes . Allah,
yes, he liked that. But he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be letting her
kiss him or touch him at all. He should be trying to distract her.
Words. He needed to use words to get things back on
track.
    He slid his hands to her biceps, pushed
gently. “Mira—”
    She ignored the move, kissed his jaw, his
chin, worked her way back up to his mouth instead. “And what about
here?” Her index finger trailed across his lips. “Do you like to be
kissed here as well?”
    Desire
rippled through his chest, spread lower to engulf him in flames.
“Yes, hayaati ,” he
whispered before he realized what he was saying. “By you, always
there.”
    Her mouth closed over his, just as he
wanted, just as he’d dreamed. And though he knew he shouldn’t, he
opened to her, stroked his tongue against hers, grew hot and achy
at the need for her to touch him elsewhere. Everywhere.
    With her it wasn’t forced. With her it was
natural. With her it was not duty, but pure, erotic bliss. A bliss
he hadn’t realized he’d missed until right now.
    A ribbon of guilt wove through him.