Free The Sheikh's Captive Mistress by Jessica Brooke, Ella Brooke

veil. They’d been made up heavily with dark kohl and her lashes were well defined by careful application of mascara. The whole look served to make her eyes seem even bluer, like the most gorgeous sapphires shining in the desert night.
    She blushed before him and averted her eyes. “I know I look stupid. I just…Basheera taught me the Dance of the Seven Veils, and I thought that I could show you that I’m trying.”
    “Trying what?” he asked, and how could she not hear how deep and throaty his voice had become. Hell, how had she not noticed the bulge in his pants by now?
    “To understand more, to show you I care about your culture,” she frowned and curled up her lips deliciously. “I still don’t understand the abduction part, but I know that the other women in the harem surely have done this dance before.”
    “Basheera perhaps overstepped. Yes, she and many of the women of the harem did that for my father, but I have never asked for that. Frankly, habbibi , I doubt any woman could make this look as phenomenal as you do.”
    She blushed again and, coaxed by his words, stepped out into the main part of their shared quarters. Her smile turned from shy to coquettish, something charming and deliberate in the way her tongue played with her lips. Setting down her I-Pod, another gift from Munir, Emma pressed a few buttons and soon the music, a riff on the main number from the long ago film Salome began to play, the flutes and castanets ringing loudly through their suite.
    Munir slid onto the sofa and watched as she started. The first part of the dance was all about the tease. The largest veil fell like a sheer blanket over her. So for a time, she danced back and forth, light on the balls of her feet and swaying in time with the music. Then she dropped that first veil, a flash of lavender landing on the carpet at her feet. Underneath, she had a beautiful headband, encircling her head almost like a crown, and from there beautiful diamonds glittered. Her sixth veil was a bright gold and a bit thicker. It was made like a tunic or toga of old and she shimmied her hips and twirled around. As she turned her left shoulder to him, she wriggled a bit and let the garment fall off of her that way.
    Five to go…
    Now her coverings were more creative and teased Munir more than even he could imagine. There was a bandolier around her luscious breasts, one studded with rhinestones similar to her headband. The two veils over them were basically slung over each shoulder and flared and moved with her dance, dipping so low over her bandolier that Munir was impressed with how well she kept them on. Emma reached out to each of the long mauve veils over her chest and grabbed them like wings. She moved artfully, with a fluidity of grace that even her earlier riding success had never hinted at. As she danced, she spun, making the two mauve veils flare out like wings. She got up such speed that, for a moment, he thought that they were going to actually lift her up from the ground, like real wings. All the while, the music underneath increased its tempo, a percussive beat ringing out and matching time with his heart, thudding fiercely throughout the room.
    Emma dropped those two veils, leaving her mid-section exposed except for the bejeweled bandolier. He licked his lips and adjusted himself at the sight – so much pale curved flesh of her stomach and tits bare for his enjoyment, so much hypnotic motion as her stomach undulated with the frenetic rhythm.
    The third veil left was wrapped around her waist like a belt, a beautiful creamy yellow band of silk. She spun as she undid it and then wrapped it up for a moment around her shoulders, spinning again to become a blur of sunny color. She dropped that and left only the two long veils attached from the hip of her jewel-covered underwear. The final two veils were thinner and as she spun faster, becoming more of a whirling dervish than a woman, the veils moved out of place and flared around her waist