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than she thought she'd be. "Thank the gods," she murmured, kissing his throat.
          He chuckled then grasped her hips. "When it comes to making love, my lovely wife, I am not your prince but your servant. Any time of the day or night, I will be yours."
          His words were spoken in mirth, but what he'd said contradicted their arrangement. He would never be hers. He belonged to Karis. Amani could never hope to compete with the memory of his beloved dead princess.
          She threw her head back to hide her shimmering eyes. "If you are my servant, Ziyad, then touch my clit," she commanded. "Make me come and watch my pleasure."
          Without another word, Ziyad's fingers opened her lower lips and swirled against her, slicking his hand on her pussy.
          "Gods!" she cried, unable to keep herself from thrusting on him. He plunged into her, bringing out more of her wetness, coating her with her own juices.
          "Does this please you, minx?" he asked gently, keeping his voice low and submissive, as if she was the princess he'd denied her to be.
          "Yes. Don't stop." Amani's hips rolled back and forth as her pleasure built within. Ziyad continued stroking her as she thrust against him on her knees.
          "Kiss me," she demanded. He complied. "God of Spiders, Ziyad," she whined against his lips. "I want your cock."
          Before he could obey, she came, thundering against his hand, crying out into his mouth. His carav seemed to shake from the force of her pleasure. It was so pure, so precious, that her heart hitched into her throat as her ecstasy crested.
          "Come into me!" she exclaimed. "Now. Right now!"
          Ziyad was frantic. He took a hold of her hips and slapped her onto his thighs, sinking himself deep and crying out with her. Amani helped him by rising up and lowering herself, amazed at how different he felt in this position. The fullness of his cock spurred on her orgasm as she rode him. The pleasure never seemed to fade away until she hit another peak and came furiously once more.
          Ziyad's body tensed an instant before he growled his release, holding Amani down and bucking with her. He shuddered and crushed her to him until the storm of his pleasure had passed.
          She couldn't think straight enough to put two words together. Instead, she rested her head on his shoulder and ruffled his hair with her breath. Ziyad was still inside her and she wished to keep it that way.
          "I will never look at this throne the same again," he told her, seemingly in no rush to push her off.
          Amani smiled. "That was the point, my powerful husband."
          "Now, my subjects will wonder what I'm grinning about."
          She chuckled at him. "They will all be jealous that you have a minx for a wife."
          "Along with my fellow princes."
          Amani's smile faded. The wives of the other princes were royalty. She, however, was not. She doubted very much that they would be jealous of her.
          "Are you all right?" Ziyad asked, apparently noticing her change of mood.
          "Yes," she lied, trying to keep her voice light. "I'm just tired."
          Ziyad raised his brow. He let her stand and find her robes while he sat there, as if he intended to reign his caravan stark naked. She wasn't ashamed to look her fill.
          "I was hoping we'd stay like this for the remainder of the evening," he said, indicating the fact that he wore no robes.
          Amani dropped her garment. "A fine idea."
          Ziyad stood and approached her. She had to glance up to look into his eyes, but once she did, they held her captive.
          "Come rest with me," he said.
          "You will keep me warm?" she asked, reaching for him.
          "What do you think?"

Ten

          Amani stared at Ziyad's face, relaxed in sleep. He seemed so at peace, as if his problems couldn't