Free Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton Page A

He
thought of his brothers locked in their cells. Of Ashur being
beaten. Of Nasir’s split lip and malnourishment. Why had he
complained about his imprisonment? Their torture was a thousand
times worse than his. Especially now, when he was being kissed by
the most amazing creature he’d ever met.
    She skimmed a hand down his chest while he
explored every corner of her lips, her mouth, her teeth and tongue.
Her fingers tangled in his shirt as he cradled her face. She tugged
the shirt up, breaking the kiss long enough to drag it over his
head, then closed her lips over his once more.
    She threw the cotton on the floor at her
back. Smiled down with that sexy, heated, all-consuming look. And
desire bunched in his stomach as he watched. Followed by a swift
slap of reality.
    Words weren’t going to work anymore. She
wanted him. As much as he wanted her. If he tried to stop things
now, it would only result in her feeling rejected.
    He never wanted to hurt her.
    Indecision rippled through him. Power was something he’d
been forced to relinquish long ago to Zoraida. But even with his
assignments, he still maintained control. He gave them what they
wished, but he did so at his leisure, tempted them in a way he knew
would corrupt their souls just as Zoraida wanted. This time,
though, he could give that control to Mira. If he played his cards
right, he could give her what she wanted and protect her soul from Zoraida at the same
time.
    She slid down his body and pressed her lips
to his chest before he’d even made up his mind. “I love how smooth
your skin is here. I love how muscular you are.”
    He closed his eyes as she kissed his pecs,
as she lowered and laved her tongue across his left nipple, then
his right. Electricity arced through his body, shot into his groin,
made him harder than he was sure he’d ever been.
    “Do you like this?” she asked, trailing hot,
wet kisses down his abdomen. “Do you like my mouth on you?”
    Allah,
did he. “ Hayaati —”
    She moved lower, pushed her fingers into the
waistband of his jeans. Then tipped her gaze up so seductively, a
wicked shot of desire made him lift his hips and rub his aching
cock against her breasts. “I want to taste you, Tariq. I want to
feel you harden against my tongue. Is that okay?”
    Okay? Okay ? She wanted
to know if that was okay?
    He ground his teeth against the raging need
but couldn’t stop himself from pressing up on his elbows so he
could watch while she slid to the floor and maneuvered between his
legs. Somehow, he found the strength to say, “I am yours to do with
as you wish, Mira. Anything. Everything.”
    Confidence burned in her eyes. A confidence
that hadn’t been there before. She popped the button on his jeans.
Slid the zipper over his erection. Looked up again with that
sinful, sexy, seductive expression. “I want you to tell me what
pleases you. Right now, I want to learn how to make you come.”
    Just her words was enough to make him do
nearly that. His erection twitched as she pressed her hands inside
his jeans, ran them down his hips, pulled the garment from his
legs, and let it drop to the floor.
    She
sucked in a breath when his cock sprang up, hard and pulsing and
hot. Then licked her lips as if in anticipation of a wicked taste.
“Commando. I like that. Tell me what to do, mu’allim .”
    The word sounded dirty on her tongue. Nasty.
Hotter than hell. His pulse grew faster.
    This was about her, he reminded himself.
About letting her have control, letting her take what she wanted.
It wasn’t about him.
    “Touch me,” he managed.
    When her hand closed around his length, he
nearly jumped. Her fingers were so dainty, her skin like silk. She
moved her hand up, tightened at the head, then stroked him
slowly.
    “Do you like that?” she asked.
    He nodded.
    “Do you want more?” she said as she circled
the head again, and tremors ran through his flesh. When he nodded
once more, she added, “Tell me.”
    He was
in so much trouble