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Malik al-Hakim has been raised with the sole purpose of someday becoming the king of his beloved country of Bashir. Years of careful preparation by his loving family has him ready to take the yoke from his father one day, but nothing could prepare him for the instant lust he feels the moment he sees Catherine. Never one to let an opportunity slip by, Malik pursues Catherine convincing her to explore their desire. But when political intrigue places Catherine in danger, Malik soon realizes lust has evolved to love and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep the woman of his dreams safely by his side, no matter how hard she tries to fight their fate.
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“Are you cold?” He frowned.
The night air was warm to him, but that didn’t mean it was to her.
“No.” But her body shook again.
If she wasn’t cold, what was making her shiver? Her breath grew shallow and her eyes larger. His gaze swept over her body. Her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her robe in hard little peaks. She was aroused. She was shivering from excitement, not cold. He hid a smile.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable tonight.” He was taking a shot in the dark, but his mother had chastised him for flirting with Catherine, possibly causing her to retire early.
Catherine shrugged and her robe slipped, giving him a peek at her creamy skin. His groin tightened as he found himself without the right words. A first for him. He usually knew exactly what to say to a woman.
“You’re different from other women.” He stepped closer to her.
“In what way?” Her back stiffened. Damn, she misunderstood him. “Well?” she asked, tilting her head to the side while staring at him.
He barely resisted the urge to plant kisses along her exposed neck. His forefathers had the right idea when one of them saw a woman he wanted—capture her, carry her off to his desert tent, and make her his. He drew in a deep breath. He needed to soothe over the nerves he’d bristled with his words, and then he’d go about wooing her.
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