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now, and you wouldn't have to be in so much pain!"
          With one stride, he stepped close and wrapped his arm around her waist. The other hand buried itself in her hair. He didn't say a word, nor did he hesitate. His lips were on hers before she could form another thought. Amani whimpered and he took advantage of her shock, forcing her mouth open with his tongue.
          She couldn't think much beyond his assault. Every one of her senses was filled with him. She couldn't escape, all she could do was hold onto his robes and hope she didn't crumple at his feet.
          So many times she'd dreamt of kissing the Spider, but she never knew how much the reality would rock her, lost in his arms while his mouth claimed hers. It was difficult, keeping up with him. But the taste of him was unlike anything she'd ever imagined—sweet, yet succulent at the same time. The Spider's mouth scorched her, burning her from the inside out.
          Ziyad pulled away just enough to whisper, "Say my name, Amani."
    "No."
          He kissed her again, brutally this time, bringing her down to press her into the hot sand. Amani squealed with surprise, but didn't try to stop him. She could no longer see his caravs, but that didn't mean they weren't over the next dune.
          "Say it," he commanded again, this time leaving a trail of wet fire down her neck.
          "I will not. I cannot!"
          He bit her. Gods, but she cried out at the sensation of his teeth where her neck met her shoulder. Her clit throbbed and her pussy was wet. Ziyad's use of sensual force had her heart racing and her body willing for his cock.
          "We must…we must return…to your caravan. Spider!"
          "Not until you say my name. Have no fear, woman, I will make you say it."
          "Why?" she said, fully aware she was whining.
          "Because I am your husband."
          "You are the Spider Prince." Her voice cracked.
          "I am your husband," he repeated, gently this time. "I no longer have Karis. I have you. And I wish to hear you call me by my name."
          His pleading eyes undid her. Amani's own eyes burned. She sniffled while she caressed his cheek. It was the first intimate touch she'd ever given him. Ziyad allowed her to touch him, up his cheek and into his hair, exploring him.
          "You are the most beautiful man I have ever known," she whispered. His eyes widened. "Ziyad, my husband."
          A long, low blast of a horn echoed throughout the desert. Ziyad groaned and lowered his head to Amani's shoulder. "I had hoped it would take them longer to realize we were missing."
          "We should return."
          "I will come to you tonight," Ziyad promised. "Be ready for me."
          Amani bit her lip but nodded.
          He must have seen the fear in her eyes. "It won't hurt this time. I will make sure of it."
          He stood and offered his hand to help her up as well. She took it, somewhat shocked that he didn't seem inclined to let her go. He led her back to his caravan with her hand firmly in his.

Six

          Amani spent the rest of the day in her carav. When she and Ziyad had returned, his people had been in an uproar, one that he'd calmed with grace and dignity. She'd gotten a glimpse of why her husband was royalty. The man had a firm command over the hearts of his people, and it was clear to her why they loved him.
          He merely explained they had lost track of time together. Most everyone who'd gathered to hear his words had chuckled and poked each other in the ribs, clearly understanding what they'd done beyond the caravs.
          She shouldn't feel ashamed—she was the Spider's wife after all. But Karis had been their princess. Amani didn't want Ziyad's people to resent her. Then again, there was no hope of her ever claiming the Spider's heart, so the memory of their princess was safe.
          But saying his