The Saracen: The Holy War Part 11
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She wore no belt, and the dress fell away. Under it was a white silk chemise without sleeves. Still standing behind her, he dropped his hands gently on her small, square shoulders and slid the chemise down. His eyes followed its fall, savoring her delicate shoulder blades, the shadowed hollow of her back. All that remained now were light green hose attached to a wisp of silk that girdled her hips.
Sophia s.h.i.+vered, and he knew it was not the cold, though the storm was blowing a strong, moist breeze through the partly opened window.
He put his hands on her shoulders, firmly now, and turned her around.
She threw back her head and laughed as he stared at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and bit his lower lip.
What Daoud carried under his black gown felt as big and heavy as a mace.
He dropped to one knee before her. He reached around to her b.u.t.tocks, his palms tingling at their cool firmness, and he slid down the last of her garments. She stood, all exposed, before him.
"Will I not see you naked?" she said with a throaty chuckle. "Is that the Turkish way, for the man to remain clothed?"
"You will soon learn what the Turkish way is, my lady." He leaned forward, still genuflecting, and dropped a dozen light kisses on her belly and thighs, and then buried his face in the rich triangle of hair between her legs and kissed her deeply.
She cried out in surprise and pleasure.
Suddenly he stood up and swung her up in his arms like a Bedouin chieftain carrying his bride to his tent. She laughed delightedly. She felt as light as a child. He strode across the room to the bed and laid her down.
He wrestled his black silk gown over his head and threw it off. Quickly he pulled off the locket Blossoming Reed had given him and dropped it on the gown. He stood over her, looking down at her, and letting her look her fill at him.
"The blond Turk," she said in Greek with a small smile, and moved her hips from side to side.
Slowly she reached up to her head and pulled free the net of pearls woven into her hair. Long locks, black as raven's wings, spread out around her head on the pillow.
"I must look like Medusa," she said.
"Who?"
"A woman with snakes for hair. Men who saw her were turned to stone."
He remembered now: In a bazaar at El Kahira he had listened to the story of the she-monster.
"The sight of you would bring a stone to life," he said.
"Ah, but part of you is already hard as stone. How long are you going to stand there? I want you." The yearning in her voice made something vibrate inside him, as if she had plucked a taut string in his very soul. He was seized by a violent urge to throw himself upon her and take her at once. And she would welcome it, too, he knew.
But this moment was too precious to be allowed to pa.s.s so quickly.
He sank to his knees and reached out to pull her hips to the edge of the bed. She squirmed across the bed to help him.
Just after he grew out of boyhood, when he was very wild and afraid of nothing, Ayesha, the youngest wife of Emir Faruk abu Husain, discovered that he existed, and showed him a way to come to her in abu Husain's harem. He knew he would die writhing on a spike if the emir's slaves caught him, but he was also quite certain that such a thing could never really happen to him.
With a boy's eagerness and excitability, he had spent himself an instant after he joined Ayesha in the darkness on her couch.
"The emir is very old and has many wives," she purred. "Rarely can we slip a beautiful young man like you past the harem guards. So we must learn how to pleasure each other. There are many things that will delight a woman's body besides a man's rumh. Shall I show you?"
He was curious, and at his whispered agreement she pushed his head down between her legs and told him what to do.
"And put your fingers _here_ at the same time. Ah, that feels very good."
He looked at Sophia lying open before him and said again, "How like a flower." He saw dew on this flower, and he bent to taste.
He did to her the things he had learned from Ayesha and later on from other harem women.
As he worked upon Sophia the magic of the harem, he listened to her breathing as it grew faster and faster. He watched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rise and fall, her chestnut-color nipples standing up.
She groaned and tossed her head from side to side, the groans turning to screams as she reached a pinnacle. He brought her to another, and another.
Panting, almost crying, she put her hand on his head. "No more. This way of the Turks is wonderful, but I want you inside me now."
He stretched himself full length beside her, put his face, wet with her own sweet liquor, against hers and kissed her with lips and tongue. She seized his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles, and pulled him over on top of her.
The way was so well prepared that he was within her in an instant. He knew that he could not hold himself back very long, and he gave himself up to the floodtide of pleasure. He raised his head a little so that he could look down into her wide amber eyes, and so that she could see into his soul at the moment when he gave all his force to her.
Almost at the same moment the muscles in her face tensed and her neck corded. Through clenched teeth she cried out again and again and again.
Their bodies relaxed together. Daoud felt that now, in the aftermath of frenzy, their flesh was melting and flowing together and becoming one.
They lay in silence, and a distant growl of thunder told him that the storm outside had pa.s.sed. He had not noticed its dying away. He felt a cool breeze blowing through the windows.
It seemed as if hours pa.s.sed while they lay there in silence, arms around each other, legs entwined, and he listened to her breathing slowly grow calmer.
She stroked his cheek and played with the blond hairs on his chest. "Is anything changed now?"
"For us, I think, much is changed."
She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I love you. Does love mean anything to you Muslims?"
He laughed softly. "Of course it does. _In this world, women and perfume are dearest to me._ So spoke our Prophet, may G.o.d commend and salute him."
She shook her head and ran her finger down his forehead and nose. "I am glad I am as dear to you as perfume. You say 'our Prophet,' lying there looking more French than Simon de Gobignon. Of course, that is why your sultan sent you here. If I, who know what you are, still find it hard to accept you as a Saracen, those who do not know would never suspect."
As she spoke the name de Gobignon, he felt a twinge of anger. Just his name, mentioned in their bed, was an intrusion. Her eyes flickered momentarily away from his, as if she, too, realized it was an error.
Best, he thought, to say nothing about it.
"Yes, I am truly a Muslim, and Muslims know more of love, I believe, than most Christians." But now he thought of Blossoming Reed.
_Why must these ghosts hover over us?_
She reached out to touch the little leather capsule tied by a thong around his neck, the only thing he was wearing at the moment. "What is that?"
"It is called a tawidh. Inside are numbers written on a scroll. It protects me from death by wounding and causes any wounds I do receive to heal quickly."
"Tawidh?" She mimicked exactly the Arabic p.r.o.nunciation. "How can numbers on a scroll protect from wounds?"
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