He came back and cupped my breasts gently. “You are still feeding Rasha?”
I had forgotten about that. “Yes.”
He stroked them with his thumbs. “They are very full.”
“I should feed her in an hour or two.”
“They are not sore?”
“No.”
“You don’t mind me touching them?”
A lump came into my throat at his tender words. “No. I’d like you to.”
His lips curved, and he brushed his thumbs across my nipples. I gave a long shivery sigh as the sensation spread right through me to between my legs.
“Is it pleasurable when you feed the baby?” he asked, his expression curious.
“In a different way to when you kiss me there. You told me once that pleasure begins in the mind,” I said. “I believe that is what happens. The mind switches from baby to husband and reacts accordingly.”
“I did say that.” He continued to stroke my breasts, but he observed me with interest. “You remembered.”
“Of course I did. I listen to everything you tell me, Tash. You are so clever, and I want to learn.”
He paused and lifted a hand to cup my face. “I did not realize you were interested in the same things as me.” A flicker of guilt crossed his face.
“You are a busy man. You have many people to fill your day.”
“But you are my wife,” he said, somewhat fiercely. “You are very special to me. I should have made more of an effort to get to know you better.”
I loved him for being so intense, and I couldn’t bear for him to think he’d somehow failed me. He was young, that was all—he had so many responsibilities, and so many people depending on him.
I smiled. “Then perhaps we can begin again. We shall get to know each other better, starting tonight.”
He looked deeply into my eyes. “Yes,” he whispered. “We shall start again.”
Dropping a hand, he cupped my mound. “What about here? You are not sore here?”
“No, not anymore,” I told him.
“You are not bleeding? It is all healed?”
“Yes. It was tender for a few weeks, maybe, but I am fine now.”
“I want to check.”
To my shock, he leaned around me and swept all the charts and papers from the table onto the floor. He lifted me so my bottom rested on the table, then dropped to his knees. Resting his hands on my knees, he pushed my thighs wide open.
Chapter Six
I leaned back, my face warming as he stroked his fingers down and parted my inner lips. Gently, he slid two fingers inside me, and I closed my eyes, feeling him exploring, making sure I hadn’t lied to him.
“Your body is fascinating,” he said, brushing a thumb up through my folds. “You have given birth and yet you are as tight and beautiful as a virgin.”
“I am glad you think so.”
“I do.” He stroked up to my clit. “Does it still feel as sensitive?” He brushed his thumb over it.
I shivered. “Oh… Yes.”
“Still as pleasurable?” His voice held a touch of amusement as he circled his thumb around it.
I leaned back on my hands. “Mmm.”
“Good.” Leaning forward, he licked up the center of my pussy.
I groaned and dropped my head back. “Oh, that feels good.”
Murmuring his approval, he sank his tongue inside me, as far as he could reach, then licked up again and swirled his tongue over my clit.
I widened my thighs, loving the feel of his mouth on me. There was little more pleasurable in the world than having the Prince kiss me like this, and I gave a long sigh as he licked and sucked. At the same time, he stroked two fingers inside me, gradually teasing me toward a climax.
Before I could reach it, though, he pushed himself to his feet. My complaint vanished as I watched him remove his trousers and approach me, his cock thick and hard, more than ready for me.
“Oh,” I said, eyes wide.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he stated. “I want this to be good for you.”
“It won’t hurt,” I whispered back. “Take me, Tash. I won’t break.”
His dark gaze fixed on me, and he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. He slid a little into me, and I felt myself stretching to accommodate him.
The sensation was so blissful that I pushed my hips forward, trying to make him slide farther in, but he placed his hands on my hips and forced me to wait.
“Slowly,” he scolded.
“Tash…” I arched my back.
Groaning, he pushed his hips forward and sank into me.
We both gasped. I could feel myself expanding to fit him, but I was so swollen and wet there was no pain, only the blissful sensation of being filled and stretched.
He pulled back and slid forward again, and this time, lubricated with my moisture, he slid all the way in.
Pausing, he leaned over me and stroked my cheek. “How does that feel?”
“Amazing.” I tightened my internal muscles, pleased when he gave an answering groan.
“I want to take it slow,” he said, giving a little thrust of his hips, “but you’re trying my patience.”
“I want you to fuck me properly,” I stated, shocking myself as well as him. I slid a hand into his hair, pulled his mouth down to mine, and kissed him deeply.
I hadn’t felt this hunger for so long, and it was overwhelming me now, driving me to distraction. I plunged my tongue in his mouth, and he copied my movements, starting to thrust harder.
“Ohhh…” I fell back onto my elbows as he tore his mouth from mine and kissed down my neck. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted up my hips so he could sink his cock farther in. I wanted him right to the top, stretching me, filling me, taking me completely.
“Nedira…” He groaned, kissing down my neck to my breasts.
I arched my back again, pushing my breasts toward him, and he cupped one and covered the nipple with his mouth. He sucked, and I sighed at the blissful sensation of his tongue stroking the sensitive skin.
I’d missed this so much. I loved him kissing my breasts, and usually he always knew exactly how much pressure to apply so it was just on the verge of being painful without tipping over into hurting.
But my nipples were more sensitive than usual, and I gasped as he sucked firmly. I’d forgotten about the let-down reflex, and clearly he had no idea about it, because on the third or fourth suck, I felt a familiar sharp, exquisite sensation in my breast.
The Prince jerked back, stared at me with wide eyes, swallowed, and then wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Fuck!”
My jaw dropped, and I looked down to see milk beading on my nipple. “Oh no… I didn’t think…”
He studied me for a moment, then leaned over me, a hand on the table either side of my hips.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realize…”
My voice trailed off at the sexy smile spreading over his face. He wasn’t repulsed. I remembered his words, Nothing turns me off, Nedira—have you not realized that by now?
“I can’t remember the last time I was surprised during sex,” he said. He looked down at my breasts, his eyes taking on the lazy, sexy look I knew so well.
I caught my breath. The kinky guy was fascinated. He loved new things—he was like an explorer and an inventor rolled into one, and I was the equivalent of a star he’d just discovered. I had been wrong—he did enjoy surprises.
“Shall we see if the other one does it too?” he asked.
I let my lips curve and gave a small nod.
He lowered his mouth to my other nipple and stroked it with his tongue. I tipped my head back with a low moan, feeling his hot mouth suck once, twice, and then on the third time, a sharp sensation as the milk came. He sucked, then lifted up with a laugh, his eyes sparking with desire.
“Your body is fucking amazing,” he said with heartfelt enthusiasm.
Before I could reply, he picked me up and, still in
side me, turned and crossed to the window. A small ledge ran around the room at waist height, and he rested my bottom on there and pushed me back against the window.
I gasped at the feel of the cool glass on my hot skin and looked down at the palace spread out below us, lamps glowing in the darkness. “We will be seen!”
“Don’t care.” He caught my hands, linked our fingers, and pinned them above my head. Then he gave a long, slow thrust.
“Ohhh.” I widened my thighs and leaned my head back on the glass, reveling in the sensation of him sliding inside me. Part of me was conscious that anyone walking through the gardens would be able to see us, but the Prince didn’t care, and suddenly neither did I.
“Is that nice?” He kissed my ear, nibbled the lobe, and then bit it.
“Ow!” My body jerked, and we both groaned as I clamped around him. His cock felt amazing, thick and hard, all the way up inside me.
He growled. “Fuck. Do that again.”
“Tash… You’re driving me mad…”
He thrust firmly, sliding right up to the hilt, and lifted his head to look at me. His dark eyes were hooded with desire, but he still managed to give me a concerned look. “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”
“No,” I said, panting. “Harder.”
He gave a half-laugh, half-groan, and thrust again, and this time he didn’t stop.
I relaxed against the glass and let him take me, abandoning myself to the insistent pounding of his hips. In the past, even when he came inside me, I had felt as if it were a controlled action, but now he was beginning to lose control, and that thrilled me.
His cock slammed into my pussy, slick and fast, and I felt the inexorable advance of my climax as my internal muscles quivered and tightened.
He released one of my hands to cup my breast and dropped his head to suck the nipple, then groaned again and kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
I wanted to hold back, to make this last, but it was no good—I couldn’t stop the orgasm arriving. I gasped at the intense contractions inside me, and then the blissful pulses started, everything clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust.
The Prince dropped both of my hands so he could cup my breasts. He ran his tongue over the milky beads on my nipples, and then shuddered, the muscles in his back tightening beneath my fingers as he came.
I scored my nails down his back, loving his feral grunts and deep groans, his hot mouth as he kissed me, and the way his cock swelled inside me with each jet of delicious come.
Chapter Seven
We waited, panting, for our breaths to slow and the last aftershocks of our orgasms to die away.
The Prince rested his lips on my forehead, and then moved back a little to look at me. His expression was filled with amusement and delight.
“Happy birthday,” I said.
He laughed. “Well, that was a first.”
I looked down at my breasts, which shone wetly in the moonlight. “Goodness. I did not expect that to happen.”
“We are definitely doing that again,” he said firmly, withdrawing before lifting me into his arms. He carried me a few steps to a window seat and sat, cradling me to his chest.
I curled there, warm and content in his arms. “You are so kinky,” I scolded, slipping my arm around his waist.
“I suppose I am.” He kissed my hair. “Although I do not understand why that is the case. The body is a thing of beauty. Like a marble statue made by an artist, it should be admired and worshipped, not hidden away. It should be celebrated, every little piece of it. Why is it disgusting? It is all natural. We have been made for pleasure, so why should we not take advantage of that?”
“You are right.” I kissed his chin. “I love your attitude, Tash. You are like a huge sponge that wants to soak up every piece of information and experience. I love that you are so knowledgeable and exciting. You are the best husband in the world!”
He chuckled and stroked my back. “It is lovely of you to say so, but I fear you are quite sorely mistaken. I am far from perfect.”
“And yet I cannot think of a single way to improve you.”
He tipped his head to look at me. “You would not magic away my other wives and concubines so you could have me to yourself?”
He was only partly teasing. I knew of the jealousy that sometimes arose between Alesha and Farah, and even though the atmosphere in the harem was usually pleasant, occasionally envy between his women caused friction that took a while to simmer down.
But I did not feel the same way. “I would never expect you to love only me,” I said. “I know I am not enough for you. And that is fine—I am happy with the small part of you that I have.”
The Prince slid a finger beneath my chin and lifted it to raise my eyes to his. “It is not that you are not enough for me, Nedira. You would be more than enough to satisfy any normal man. I have peculiar tastes—I know that, and I would hate to think that any of my wives took my short attention span as lack of love for them.”
“I wasn’t pushing for compliments or being purposely coy, Tash. You have the most brilliant mind of any man I have ever met—it does not surprise me that you have a short attention span, as you put it. You are like a well that constantly needs refilling. I adore that about you—I don’t resent it.”
He stroked my cheek, giving me a puzzled, affectionate smile, and then lowered his lips to mine. “Sweet Nedira,” he said, lifting his head. “You understand me probably better than anyone. And how foolish I have been not to recognize it. I am the luckiest man alive.”
I blushed, and he chuckled, looking out at the stars. He sighed. “Come, it is getting late. We shall return to the bedchamber and let the scholars continue with their studies.”
We dressed, and he scooped up the papers he’d tossed to the floor and laid them on the table, pulling a face at me as he tried to arrange them perfectly, and failed.
Holding my hand, he led me back across the room to the door and opened it. Outside, the scholars were in a group, waiting and murmuring together, but they stood as we came out and bowed to the Prince.
He nodded to them, but didn’t say anything, although he started to laugh as we left the observatory and headed down the stairs.
“You are such a naughty man,” I scolded him, shivering in the cool desert air.
“It is you that makes me so.” He put his arm around me and kept me tight against him as we crossed the courtyard and walked along the corridor to the stairs to his bedchamber.
At the top, the guards opened the doors, and we walked in. Malik was still there, tending the fire he had lit that gave the room a warm glow.
To my surprise and pleasure, the slave who tended the children was also there, and in her arms she held Rasha, sleeping peacefully.
“Is she all right?” I walked up to her and took the baby.
“She is fine, Princess. The Prince asked me to bring her here for you.” The slave bowed and withdrew from the chamber.
I looked up at the Prince with wide eyes. Smiling, he gestured to the bed and then turned to have a final few words with Malik.
I climbed onto the mattress and pulled the covers over my cold feet and legs. As I lay down, Rasha stirred and started to cry.
Malik left the room, closing the doors behind him, and the Prince came over to the bed.
“Is she hungry?” He pulled his tunic off and dropped it to the floor, and his trousers followed soon afterward.
“Yes.” My breasts were firm with milk, and as she cried, I felt a rush in each breast, and milk formed on the nipple. “Shall I…um…feed her here?”
“Of course.” The Prince stretched out on his side facing us and leaned his head on a hand. “I am quite jealous.” He winked at me.
Blushing again, I faced him, Rasha between us, and turned her so she could latch on to my breast. Within seconds, she was feeding quietly, her little eyelids drooping.
“She is amazing,” the Prince murmured, tucking a finger into her tiny hand.
She grasped it, and he chuckled. “She is strong, too.”
“She is your daughter. What did you expect?”
He met my gaze and smiled. “She is very beautiful. In that she takes after her mother.”
“Tash, please. You are making me blush again.”
“I like seeing you blush. I know I am affecting you when your cheeks redden.” He reached out and touched the back of his hand to them.
“You always affect me, even when you’re not in the room.” I spoke honestly. The Prince filled my thoughts nearly every minute of every waking hour. “You are my whole world,” I said, sighing. “And the whole world of every other woman in the harem.”
“Oh, I nearly forgot!” He rolled over, rose, and padded across to where a basket lay on a chair to one side. Returning with it, he climbed back onto the bed. “Malik brought my birthday presents.”
I smiled, suddenly seeing the young boy he had been inside the man. As Rasha fed, I watched him pick up each present in turn. He took time to appreciate the care put into every gift, looking at the stitches on the garments, studying the patterns, and even tasting the sweetmeats that some of his concubines had cooked.
“I love them all,” he said eventually, returning the basket to the chair. “But there is one more present to give.”
He came back with a small box in his hand and held it out to me, smiling.
I raised my eyebrows. “It is not my birthday.”
“No, but we married one year ago today, did we not?”
I stared at him, shocked that he had remembered. “Yes, we did.”
“Then this is my gift to you to say thank you—for marrying me, for loving me, and for giving me Rasha. I think it is very appropriate considering what has happened tonight.”
Intrigued by his humor, I opened the box. In it, on black velvet, lay a beautiful brooch made of sparkling gems. They were set into a fragile gold frame, and when I looked carefully, I realized it formed the shapes of the constellations of Scorpio and Pisces—the two of us, entwined.
My jaw dropped. Against the black velvet, they looked like stars in the sky.
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