The Sultan's Virgin Bride. Sarah Morgan

of passion, laeela, but plunging hard into its fiery depths.’

      She really was astonishingly beautiful, he mused as he watched confusion flicker over her heart-shaped face as she registered his sexually explicit analogy. The prospect of marriage was growing more appealing by the minute. He was even starting to wonder whether forty days and forty nights would be long enough.

      ‘I won’t go with you, Tariq.’

      ‘I hate to point out the obvious,’ he said with gentle emphasis, ‘but you are with me.’

      ‘A mistake that I intend to rectify immediately.’ She glanced out of the window and her eyes widened. She turned her head for an explanation, panic in her eyes. ‘The airport? What are we doing at the airport?’

      ‘As I said, I am taking you home. My home. We are going to Tazkash.’ He leaned forward to speak to his driver and then turned back towards the woman who was trying to open the car door. ‘Enough of playing games. I’m going to make you my wife, Farrah. And then I’m going to take you to my bed and keep you there for as long as it suits me.’