A Sheik's Spell by Eboni Snoe

entire west wing is mine to do with as I please. My parents will not question my motives for having you here.”
    “Yes, having me here they may not question. But what about a woman they’d consider worthy of your marrying?’ ’ “Yes, she would be invited here as a guest as well.” Na’im could see the disillusionment that had settled on Felicia’s proud features, and searched for a way to dispel them. He did not want to be separated from her again.
    ‘ ‘I understand you need a place to complete your work. I have the ideal space here on our grounds. I have camels and I can get you anything else that you would need from my country. It would make no sense for you to stay in a hotel. We have space enough here to accommodate you and your research team many times over. So why don’t you think about that and let’s eat before the food gets cold.”
    Felicia knew Na’im was trying to squelch her frustra tions, so she gladly put the issues behind her to enjoy her moments alone with him.
    The meal was most fulfilling. Eating Egyptian style- plenty of fruits and vegetables, and very little meat-was no problem for Felicia, whose palate was accustomed to that kind of diet
    Even though Na’im hardly spoke during the meal, his eyes were constantly on her as she sat with her legs tucked beneath her on the couch. Whenever Felicia reached for food, Na’im’s eyes tried to catch a glimpse underneath the large bath towel. This made Felicia moist with expectation. They both knew it would only be a matter of time.
    Na’im wore white silky pantaloons that ballooned at the ankles. His bare chest and golden skin were such a contrast against the material.
    ‘ ‘Egyptian air can be harsh on skin like yours that is not accustomed to such temperatures,” he said to Felicia. “I have an oil that would feel wonderful on your skin and make it glow like the richest mahogany.”
    “Sounds like the kind of invitation a girl would find hard to refuse.”
    Na’im rose to his feet and crossed to an adjacent door. Opening it, he bowed as he motioned for Felicia to go inside.
    She was astonished when she stepped into a massive bedchamber, twinkling with tiny oil lamps. Metallic wall hangings reflected the lights, creating an impression of unearthly surroundings.
    “You didn’t think I’d allow your room to be too far away from mine, did you, habibi?” Na’im asked as he closed the door behind them.
    Large warm hands removed the towel that encircled her body and pulled her back against a hard, powerful
    frame. Na’im wrapped his arms completely around her as he bent and whispered Arabic phrases in her ear; words she did not understand, but felt the meaning of through his tone and embrace.
    Na’im spread the towel out on his king-sized bed, telling Felicia to lie on her stomach with her arms relaxed at her sides.
    Powerful fingers rubbed, fluffed and feathered her skin in ways she could only have imagined. Na’im paid close attention to the areas he knew would relax Felicia and bring her the most pleasure. She could feel the smooth texture of Na’im’s bare skin against hers as he pampered her, and the hardness of his desire frequently touched her. Felicia wanted Na’im to know how much she wanted him.
    As he turned her over to complete his task, Felicia reached up to embrace him. A groan escaped his lips as her supple fingers massaged his spear to its fullest height. Na’im’s body trembled with delight, then turned as still as death as her mouth engulfed him.
    Over and over again she deluged him until his body cried to be inside her. No longer was he the gentle lover with manipulative hands. Felicia’s moist assault had sent him beyond the threshold of need, and she was ready to accept the consequences.
    Na’im plunged inside her like a man with the heat of the desert in his soul. Felicia’s voice was in his ears, spurring him on. Time and space meant nothing to them as they catapulted themselves into absolute ecstasy, only