Bound to Seduction by Elisabeth Naughton Page B

down
and kissed her, pushing her to the mattress once more and driving
her wild with his mouth. When he eased back, she saw approval in
his dark eyes. “You are unlike any woman I have ever met.”
    She
liked that. Liked it a lot, actually. She fingered his bicep. He
was so muscular. Cut. Hot . “I
think there’s still lots more I need to learn. This was great and
all, but I don’t think I’ll be done with you until I know I can
pleasure you without you having to tell me what to do.”
    “That could take a while,” he teased.
    “Could take a long while.” She smiled. “I’m
thinking we might need another session right now.”
    One dark brow lifted. “Right now? Are you
ready for that so soon?”
    She brushed her hand down his spine and
gripped his ass through his jeans. “I’m definitely ready for it.
The question is, are you? You’ve already had two orgasms. You might
need to gather your strength.”
    He
chuckled. “I am djinn, hayaati . Can’t you feel that I am ready?”
    She did feel it. He was hard against her
thigh already. Arousal tingled between her legs once more.
    She lifted her head. Pressed her mouth to
his. Mumbled, “You dressed way too quickly.”
    He chuckled again. Slanted his mouth over
hers and kissed her deeper. She opened to him, drew his tongue into
her mouth. Groaned at the slick, dark taste of him all over again.
“I want you to stay with me tonight, Tariq. All night.”
    His eyes flashed in approval, and he pushed
his hips against hers in a wicked way that made her downright
crazy. “I’m yours. Anything you want. Everything. You only have to
ask.”
    She smiled. Lifted to kiss him again. But as
her lips met his, something changed. She felt it in the way he
pulled back. Saw it in the surprise in his eyes. Smoke spiraled in
the room. He looked down as it whipped in a tornado around his
body.
    “Tariq?” She pushed up from the mattress as
he was lifted off her.
    “ It’s
all right, hayaati ,” he
said in a calm voice. A too calm voice. “I’m being called
back.”
    Called back? No, that wasn’t part of her
wish. “Tariq—”
    “ I will
return, hayaati .”
    She reached out to him, but the smoke rose
over his head, covering him from view before her fingers could
reach his. And then it spun so fast, the force of the wind blew her
hair back from her face.
    In seconds, he was gone. Nothing to show
he’d ever been there except for the thin blue T-shirt she was now
wearing.
    That and the ache between her legs. The one
that only left her wanting more.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
    Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Several.
Since being back in his cell, Tariq had finally managed to relax.
Hours had passed with no visit, no explanation as to why he’d been
called back. But he could guess.
    He lifted his head just as the cell door
swung open and Zoraida swept into the room, her royal blue gown
swishing in the air behind her. Fury coated her features, her eyes
blazing with a rage he’d never seen before. No sooner had he
climbed to his feet than her arm connected with his jawbone in a
blow that sent him staggering into the wall.
    Pain shot through the left side of his face.
His hands hit the stones behind him. Her magic had grown these last
few years—thanks to him—and with it her strength as well. Pushing
away from the wall, Tariq refused to rub at the pain, instead
leveled his narrowed gaze on her, then the three guards close at
her back.
    He could take her, he didn’t doubt that. But
they had swords, and without his magic, he’d never get by all three
without losing his life.
    “ You
will not defy me,” Zoraida growled. “ I am your sayyeda . You are my slave. And you will do my bidding. Guard?” she
called over shoulder.
    A guard outside dragged a bloodied and
beaten Nasir into the room. “Yes, mistress.”
    “Send him to Jahannam.”
    “No!” Tariq jerked forward. The Pits of
Jahannam were fighting rings set up for the entertainment of Ghuls.
Few condemned there