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… he knew she would. All
women did.
    Katharine did not want to do as he asked. Speaking his name
aloud seemed so intimate, and she was sure no other harem woman did that. Why?
Why was he asking this? Why not force her to submit?
    He closed his eyes as he stroked his throbbing cock and then
released it as she turned around.
    “ Very
well. I don ’ t
remember your name, so you ’ ll
have to tell me again, ” she said. Katharine ’ s
eyes were downcast as she spoke the last part, still clutching the sponge.
    “ Certainly, ” he agreed.
    “ Do
you wish me to say anything else? Or just your name? ” She watched his eyes as he watched her.
    “ Only
my name. And look at me when you say it, ” he added. Their eyes locked again and she tore hers away.
    Katharine cringed at the intimacy of it all and forced
herself to look at his dark beauty. She nodded.
    “ My
name is Mohammed, ” he said. “ After my father
and the great prophet. ”
    Katharine grinded her teeth as he spoke and his eyes flashed
darkly in the sparsely-lit bath. The room was cool and intimately lit, with
sunlight pouring in from glass windows on the ceiling.
    “ Mohammed, ” she spoke lowly. At the
last syllable, she looked away from him.
    “ Come
here, princess. You are too far away. I can barely hear you, ” he said. His voice was
low and warm. She had stepped away from him when he had released her hands, but
he wanted her closer.
    She stepped directly in front of him, so close she could run
her fingers over his chest. He reached out and took the sponge from her; it was
her only tangible lifeline tethering her to sanity.
    “ Again, ” he said.
    “ Mohammed, ” she repeated. Her lips
puckered as she spoke his name and he couldn ’ t
stop his desire.
    “ Once
more, ” he commanded.
He watched her lips pucker as she breathed out.
    “ Moha, ” she began. With his name
still on her lips, he pulled her against him suddenly. His mouth descended upon
hers and devoured her breath and his name. His tongue delved into her mouth, as
he had dreamed about so many times. He had been inside her with his mouth and
fingers but he had never kissed her before, and he reveled in it. He pulled her
slim hips to him and she was nestled between his legs.
    His hands moved to touch her face and his tongue delicately
opened her mouth. His fingers threaded into her golden hair as his lips took
hers. He would not stop.
    “ Ah! ” she exclaimed and backed
away from him suddenly, holding her hand before her mouth.
    Her tongue darted out and he saw that he had bit her. He saw
a drop of blood.
    “ Katharine, ” he said, starting to
apologize, but then he realized what he was doing. He had never apologized to
any woman for anything.
    She tried to lower her eyes before he saw the tears in them,
but it was too late. He saw them.
    “ Is
there anything else? ” she asked.
    “ No, ” he replied.
    Katharine left the bath and felt the water sluicing down her
body, leaving a trail of her wet footprints along the tiles. When he could no
longer see or hear her, she felt tears falling down her cheeks. She was so
frightened. The feelings he aroused in her were strange and very strong. She
couldn ’ t fight them
forever.
    She knew it was only a matter of time.

    Chapter
4
    There was great excitement in the harem the next day. Women
were throwing open their wooden chests and opening drawers to pick their finest
clothes for the evening.
    The sheik had prepared a large musical festival for the
palace, and a smaller concert had been arranged for the harem women. The women
were kept separate to protect them from male eyes and to preserve the honor of
the family. However, Mohammed thought of them and wanted them to enjoy the
festivities.
    The traditional Arabian music usually consisted of the oud,
qanun, nay and sagat. The music was lively, but could also be solemn and
yearning when partnered with a singer. The oud was a beautiful instrument and
could be compared to the Western