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dark
hair. It was an embrace that sank them into a long deep loving. Her dress fell
away, slithering down her body on a pleasurable whisper of silk against flesh.
Beneath she wore a dark gold lace bra, matching high-leg briefs and lace-topped
stockings. Hassan discovered all of this with the sensual stroke of long
fingers. He knew each pleasure point, the quality of each little gasp she
breathed into his mouth. When her bra fell away, she sighed and pressed herself
against him; when his fingers slid beneath the briefs to cup her bottom she
allowed him to ease her into closer contact. They knew each other, loved each
other—cared so very deeply about each other. Fight they might do—often. They
might have insurmountable problems. But nothing took away the love and caring.
It was there, as much part of them as the life-giving oxygen they took into
their lungs
    'You want me,' he
declared.
    'I've always wanted you,'
she sadly replied.
    ‘I am your other
half."
    And I am your broken one,
Leona thought, releasing an achingly melancholy sigh.
    Maybe he knew what she
was thinking, because his mouth took burning possession that gave no more room
to think at all. It came as an unwelcome break when he lowered her down onto
the bed then straightened, taking her briefs with him. Her love-flooded eyes
watched his eyes roam over her. He was no longer being driven by his inner
devils, she realised as she watched him removing his own clothing. Her
compliance had neutralised the compelling need to stake his claim.
    So she watched him follow
her every movement as she made a sensual love-play out of removing her
stockings from her long slender legs. His dark robe landed on the floor on top
of her clothing; the tunic eventually went the same way. Beneath waited a desert-bronzed
silk-smooth torso, with a muscled structure that set her green eyes glowing
with pleasure and made her fingers itch to touch. Those muscles rippled and
flexed as he reached down to grasp the only piece of clothing he had left to
remove. The black shorts trailed away from a sexual force that set her feminine
counterpart pulsing with anticipation.
    He knew what was
happening, smiled a half-smile, then came to lean over her, lowering his raven
head to place a kiss there that was really a claim of ownership. She breathed
out a shivering breath of pleasure and he was there to claim that also. Then
she had all of him covering her. It was the sweetest feeling she had ever
experienced. He was her Arabian lover. The man she had seen across a crowded
room long years ago. And she had never seen another man clearly since.
    He seduced her mouth, he
seduced her body, he seduced her into seducing him. When it all became too much
without deeper contact, he eased himself between her thighs and slowly joined
them.
    Her responsive groan made
him pause. 'What?' he questioned anxiously.
    'I've missed you so
much.' She sighed the words out helplessly.
    It was a catalyst that
sent him toppling. He staked his claim on those few emotive words with every
driving thrust. She died a little. It was strange how she did that, she found
herself thinking as the pleasure began to run like liquid fire. They came as
one, within the grip of hard, gasping shudders and afterwards lay still, locked
together, as their bodies went through the pleasurable throes of settling back
down again.
    Then nothing moved, not
their bodies nor even their quiet breathing. The silence came—pure, numbing,
unbreakable silence.
    Why?
    Because it had all been
so beautiful but also so very empty. And nothing was ever going to change that.
    Hassan moved first,
levering himself away to land on his feet by the bed. He didn't even spare her
a glance as he walked away. Sensational naked, smooth and sleek, he touched a
finger to the wall and a cleverly concealed door sprung open. As he stepped
through it Leona caught a glimpse of white tiling and realised it was a
bathroom. Then the door closed, shutting him in and her completely