His imperious blue eyes raked over her trembling body. She had never imagined that Kamal the savage sultan who dared make her a harem slave, would look so like a blond Nordic god. She had never dreamed that the warm, exploring touch of his hand could bring such moans to her lips and rob her of her will.
He was aflame with urgent desire, and he longed to win by love. Her golden loveliness had conquered his very soul, but her cruel taunts stung his fierce pride. Now, her sweet essence, her tantalizing nearness, ignited his need for her to yield her ripe innocence to him and him alone...