Slight Smut.
Shahzad felt defeated upon her answer. She was the one playing with him. She was the one who seduced him. Yet, here she was, claiming that he was the guilty party.
Feeling as though he missed something, he asked, " When?"
His voice was husky and filled with desire. His body was tensed from her affectionate torture. He wanted nothing more than to claim her.
Zamarad separated from him and looked into his eyes.
" Three years ago, a handsome devil visited me in my dreams. He touched me in ways I was never touched before. He even helped me wash.
He wore a golden mask to hide his face from my probing eyes. What he failed to notice was that, even with the mask, I was charmed by his gentle touch. The feelings he evoked in me were foreign, yet so intoxicating. Do you still remember? In the pool, at the meadow? You seduced me but never completed what you started."