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He lies back among the pillows and reaches for his cigar,lights it and his eyes narrow as he watches her through the wreath of smoke. He lets his eyes roam admiringly over her naked loveliness.
"You're a damned lovely woman, my little love. Take a look at the mirror and you won't have to ask herself why any man should not keep you firmly at his side." Nahar's voice is strangely husky.
"Is that the only reason you have travelled land and sea to be with me?" Carla tosses her head, moving back to avoid his caressing hand.
"I...enjoy your company, will that do?"
"It might."
"And you enjoy mine,admit it."
"I might" she says reluctantly, still gliding away from his hand but there is a gleam of warm laughter,a hint of desire matching Nahar's.
"Come closer then. Lie down beside me. I am to leave soon and I want to sip and get drunk of you thoroughly."
Nahar's hand finds her neck and slides down towards the fine bush of hair which protects the sweet core of her womanhood.
Slowly, gently, his mouth follows the trail of his hand and Carla delightfully moans.
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On a Monday of the third week of December, I am reading peacefully in the garden filled with heavy headed roses and their scent hanging in the air like smoke, when I see a horseman with grooms. I hurry out of the garden, expecting Shawn. But the horse comes into the courtyard carries my prince, Nahar, in the saddle. He smiles at my surprise.
He is a ghost, of course, conjured up by my own maddened pain, by my misery, by my savagery since deep inside me anger rages at the constant thoughts of him abandoning me.
There's a loud roar of thunder suddenly rain pours. He drops down to the ground and stands hatless, in the lashing rain. It falls through his thick hair and across his cheeks. He blinks rapidly to clear the raindrops which tangles his dark eyelashes and I watch, quite fascinated, the clenching of his strong jaw.
I decide to move to him then, to take him to the comfort of the house and to wrap him in my warms arms but he melts away.
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There's an urgent rough knocking at the door and I wake up, confused then angry as I learn it has all been a dream. I swear softly, throw a cloak around myself and open the door.
"For God's sake, can't I sleep in peace?" I grumble, my voice husky from sleep.
"Forgive me Carla but this news couldn't wait," Aunt comes into the room uninvited. "He's here!"
"What is mother?" Comes from the bed next to mine. Sally too has awoken.
"Vivat! Vivat Miss Carla! He is has come for you! I am to bid you go to him downstairs in the great hall. I'm to apologise for the earliness of the hour, he has travelled all night to find you. Now he is exhausted but filled with passion and desire for you even more. I'm to assure you that you're free to make your own choice whether you will come down immediately or break your fast first. You're to your own mistress."
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Femme Fatale.
De Todo"I've come to worship at the altar of beauty." Rhoda winks at Carla. "I thought you might be afraid to touch me." Carla says softly. "Oh Carla. According to the laws of the land and the church, I am condemned ten times over before breakfast." I shu...
