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“It is hardly a fair win if I was distracted,” he announced as he pointed at her, which directed everyone’s eyes in her direction.
Action is better than the little lies we tell with apology, isn’t it?”
“It is truth. I’ll just kill him. You’ll ruin him. That is a man who would rather be dead than disgraced.”
“Am I to pretend I have not seen the way you look at each other?” “Yes,” Naime said, coolly, standing.
“If I were going to imagine something“—he lowered his mouth to
her ear—”it would not be the smell of your hair.”
“All right, Sultana. I am at your side. Command me.”
She did not know how she would ever stop thinking of this, of sharing breath and longing and touches so intimate they were unbearable and yet not enough.
“You are a charming creature, Naime. You are more afraid of my
desire than my magic.” He grinned at her and she frowned. “I am not afraid.” “No? Then keep touching me.”
“You make me forget myself, and I do not want to forget myself too much, and push you too far.”
“I admire your control,” he said in a voice like wicked night, “but were I ever to have you alone again, restraint is the last thing I would want from you.
“Someone starved of something will take whatever they can get and make it into what they need, because they do not know there is more to be had in the world.”
“I sleep naked,” Makram said, pressing against her back, wrapping his arms around hers to pin them to her sides when she busied herself with laying out the caftan and salvar Samira had brought.
“I cannot decide if it will be your sweet touches or your unbearable words that will be the end of me.”
“I have missed you like a drowning man misses air,” he said.
“Are these things dear to you?” He tugged at her clothes as he lowered his head and brushed his lips along the slope of her neck. Her eyes slid closed. “Why?” “It would be so much faster—” “Don’t you dare magic my clothes to dust,”
“Tell me to stay,” he said. She took a slow, audible breath. “I did. You’re here.” His gaze hardened on hers. “No, not the night. Ask me to stay with you. Ask me to stay forever.”
“What?” she asked. “How can I? How could that possibly work?” She wanted him to. She never wanted to leave the moment they were in. Never wanted to be without him. “Command me, and I will make it work.”
“Say it,” he ordered when he withdrew from the kiss. “Say it and we will find a way.” “Stay.”
“If you say yes to me, there is nothing I cannot do, would not do, to stand beside you.
