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Craving Beauty(33)

By:Nalini Singh




She'd preferred the scarred bayou beast over every other man who'd asked for her hand.



Looking up, she made a face at him, a smile flirting with her eyes when   she saw that he wasn't angry. "You were. Except for you, every other   male was bad. Then I saw you, and suddenly I had no resistance. I could   no longer fight my father-all my will was gone, lost the moment you   smiled at me. You were just the best. Compared with anyone. So, you see,   I wished you for my husband. Only you."



Her unknowing echo of his thoughts only made her confession more   poignant. He felt his throat lock as the power of what she was saying   roared through him.



When he didn't answer straight away, she said, "Do you understand, Marc?   You're the love I waited for all my life, though when you came, it  took  me a while to recognize you. You see, I didn't expect you to be so   blatantly male." The teasing light in her eyes made him kiss her.



After he, set her free, she continued to speak. "I feel so much for you,   I don't know if I can find the words to tell you. In Zulheil, there is  a  saying-UI al eha makhin. Makhin al eha ul. Lael gha al aishann." Her   voice was full of so much passion, he could almost see her love in the   air.



"What does it mean?"



"You belong to me. I belong to you. Together we are complete." Her voice shook.



It was perfect, saying what he'd wanted to but hadn't been able to.   "Princess, I promise you that that will never change. Never.'"



"Until I loved you, I didn't know the whole of the woman I could be."   Her eyes were huge and wet. "That woman's love will only grow stronger   with time."



Leaning forward, he sealed their pact with a kiss. When she sighed and   melted into him, he couldn't help but stroke that golden skin of hers,   now almost dry. "You didn't finish your bath," he whispered against her   lips.



"Ummmm." Giving him a sultry smile that was mil of a joy he'd never   before seen, she slipped out of his arms and into the water, beckoning   him with her finger.



Grinning, he stood from his straddling position and went to work on his   jeans. There was more than enough room in the huge marble bath for one   crazy-in-love ex-thief. He could almost feel the tantalizing coolness  of  the water; it would be a sensual pleasure on its own after the   unrelenting heat of the desert. But the most pleasurable aspect of the   pool was currently looking at him with a distinctly feminine   proprietariness in her tawny gaze.



Every male instinct in him was aroused and alert. This was his woman,   and he was at once proud of her and ravenous. She was so sexy she was a   fantasy and yet it was the very human softness of her that he found the   most enticing. His ice princess had turned out to be a woman of hot   blood, and he couldn't have been more pleased.



Holding that dark gaze, he undid the buttons on his jeans and stepped   out of them and his underwear at the same time. Her throat quivered as   she swallowed.



Aware of the ways his wife's body betrayed her arousal, he looked at her   thighs. Beneath the water, they were pressed tight together. Her body   was flushed with heat that hadn't been present a moment before, her  lips  parted as if waiting for him.



He walked into the bath, conscious that her eyes had dropped to his   erection. He was huge with desire for her, and he was proud of his   passion. This was something no other man had ever given her and no other   man ever would. He reached her as that possessive thought crossed his   mind. He could think of a hundred things he could do to his princess  and  she to him on this slow desert evening, but first he just wanted   another kiss. A kiss that was given joyously by the woman who loved him.                       
       
           



       



"Marc," she murmured against his lips. "Husband mine."



He went to kiss her again, but, with a mischievous smile, she slipped   away and into the water. He followed, stalking her into a corner.   "Princess, come here."



"Why do you call me that?" she murmured, letting him trap her.



He winced. "At first it was because you made me so mad when you went all icy."



She chuckled and kissed him, telling him he was forgiven for those early taunts. "And now?"



"Now, I feel like the hero in some fairy tale who got the girl." His   hands began to slide over her body. "I beat the dragon and won the   princess." The timbre of his voice dropped, becoming husky and intimate.



When Hira thought he would pull her into his lap and take her, he put   strong hands around her waist and lifted her to the edge of the bathing   pool. She gasped as cool marble met her bottom.



In front of her, he spread her legs to position her as it pleased him.   Very aroused, she let him stroke her thighs apart, fingering her own   hands through his hair. "Husband," she whispered. "Why do you do this?"



His laugh was hoarse. "Baby, you know I like the taste of you." Against   her sensitive skin, his breath was a hot caress, a lover's kiss. Moving   closer, he put her legs over his shoulders.



She gulped as his hands stroked her flanks, as if leading up to a taste   of her. "But you wish to come inside me now. This isn't what you wish."



His grin seared her. "Cher, have you got a lot to learn about your   husband. But don't worry, I have a lifetime in which to teach you the   finer points." There was such sheer delight on his face that she found   herself laughing with him. "Lesson number one-what I wish is for you to   be screaming when I take you." .



That was all the warning she got before he dipped his head. Hira   shuddered and tried to keep her control, but it was futile. Before long   she was clutching her fingers in his dark hair, moaning her desire and   asking him for more. He gave her more, took more, demanded more. And at   last she screamed.



When he finally pulled her down, the water lapped over her in a cool   caress that soothed her sensitized flesh but did nothing to quench the   boiling cauldron inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and,   with a sigh of exquisite relief, welcomed him into her body, even as   their eyes locked in an even more intimate dance.



Her American hunter took her and she let herself be taken. It was far   too late to fight, because at last she knew that she was conquered   territory, marked with the stamp of this one man alone.



Perhaps it might've made a weaker woman angry to be considered as such, but Hira wasn't weak. Belonging to

Marc allowed no half measures. But, she thought with a smile as the   stars exploded around them, Marc wasn't a man who loved by half   measures. He'd given her all his passion, all his strength, all his   heart. If she'd been conquered, then her conqueror had surrendered into   her loving arms.



"People treasure their dreams," Marc whispered into her ear, as they floated down from the pinnacle-of pleasure.

"Let me treasure you for the rest of my life."



It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. Contrary to   his own beliefs, her hunter of a man knew exactly what words to give  his  wife. "We will treasure each other," she managed to whisper,  holding  her perfect prince of a man to her.



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