Page 87 of Dalla's Royal Guards
Her breath caught when she felt silk around her right ankle. Looking down, she released another long moan when Musad used the tie from his robe to secure her leg to the post of their bed.
She giggled, trying to stop him from doing the same to her other leg—but he was having none of it. Seconds later, she found herself spread out, her body offered for their feasting.
She lifted her hips when Musad began cleaning her—the soft cloth suddenly electric against her sensitive skin. Her breath hitched when he took his time and paid close attention to what he was doing.
And then Nasser slid between her spread thighs. She bowed up, trying to lift her legs. That was when Musad added to the experience by pulling out a delicate chain with twin clips.
“I-I—Oh, sweet Goddess,” she cried out as he attached them to her swollen nipples just as Nasser clamped down on her sensitive nub with a strong suck of his lips. “You will kill me with your loving.”
“No,jameela. We will show you what it is to live,” Musad promised, bending forward to kiss her.
Dalla’s body shook, all molten lava and lightning, and she came—again and again.
He is right. They are showing me how to live,she thought before her body shattered into a million beautiful pieces.
Dalla playfully slapped at Nasser’s hand when he rubbed his palm along her buttock. As he chuckled deviously, she shot him and Musad a warning scowl and then smiled at Hari, whose eyes were sparkling with mirth. Heat turned her cheeks a delicate pink.
She slowed when she noticed Hari wasn’t alone this morning. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Cianna. The young girl noticed her at the same time and jumped up from the table.
Dalla laughed when Cianna threw herself into her arms. She swung the little girl around before giving her a huge, tight hug. Cianna’s laughter lit up the room.
“You hug like Uncle Nasser!” Cianna exclaimed.
“I do, don’t I?” she teased. “He’s a good teacher.”
Cianna released her and stepped back, dancing in place with excitement.
“I’m gonna go help Cook make pudding. I love pudding. She lets me lick the spoon!” Cianna chirped before dashing off.
Dalla chuckled as Cianna skipped out of the dining room. She paused to breathe in the delicious scent of baked honey bread, citrus tea, and cinnamon that filled the dining room. Her cheeks flushed again when Nasser caught a strand of her hair andtucked it gently behind her ear before they’d taken two steps into the dining room.
“Will you two stop it? It’s bad enough that we are late,” she muttered.
Nasser whispered with a grin, “If you hadn’t complained about being famished?—”
Musad chuckled and finished, “—we would have been on time for lunch.
“You both promised me a tour of the kingdom, not just of the bedroom. Now behave!” she hissed, smiling back at Hari who was watching them with amusement.
“Ah, there you are. I was about to send a search party. Or at least a polite knock,” Hari teased.
Dalla felt her face warm again. She shot him a playful glare. “Good morning, Hari.”
“I see they are starving you again, Dalla,” Hari replied with a wink. “I thought you two were taking Dalla on a tour of the kingdom today,” Hari chided, giving Musad a pointed look.
“You must be Dalla,” a warm male voice said.
Turning, she found herself face to face with a handsome man whose blue eyes held gratitude and mischief in equal parts. He extended his hand.
“I’m Mario—Cianna’s father, and I suppose by law, your brother-in-law now.”
“And I’m Lissa, the brilliant sibling of the bunch,” Lissa greeted with a warm but tired smile. “Thank you. For saving our daughter.”
“Lissa, are you supposed to be up yet?” Nasser asked, stepping closer to give his sister a kiss on the cheek.
“I wanted to meet Dalla. Cianna has been talking nonstop about her. She wants to start taking archery lessons now,” Lissa replied, lifting her other cheek to Musad when he rounded the chair to give her a kiss.
Dalla grasped Mario’s hands before turning to do the same to Lissa. The sincerity in their expressions was humbling.
