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large bathing pool. And straight ahead was a walled garden unlike anything he had ever seen.
                  A tiled fountain sat in the center, surrounded by plants of every sort. There were fruit trees everywhere, mostly of varieties he had never seen before. Pillows and low chaise lounges were everywhere. It was sumptuous in the extreme. The Princess guided him unerringly to a lemon tree on the far side of the garden.
                  She reached up to pluck a low hanging fruit and he could not resist staring at her lithe form. He lifted his eyes hastily when she turned, bright eyed and smiling. He inhaled sharply at the trusting look in her gaze. They were completely alone he realized with a start. He could easily overpower her, take her hostage, use her to manage his own escape.
                  Somehow though, he could not bring himself to do it.
                  It was because he was weak and hungry he told himself. There would be plenty of other opportunities. He would bide his time.
                  She cocked her head at him, holding out the bright yellow fruit.
                  "Now all we need is a knife ! Yes?"
                  "Yes, your Highness."
                  She grinned at him and flounced back through the garden to the chamber. Once again, he could not help but stare at her as her body moved in such a delightfully feminine way. And he could not help but notice her bed again as they passed the open doorway. The blankets were a deep purple with brightly colored pillows sprinkled everywhere.
                  He could do a lot with a bed that size.
                  Malcolm pinched his hand, trying to distract himself from the heavy feeling in his limbs. Blood was starting to course through his body, straight to his loins. He was trying to hold onto his manhood, not attract attention to it!
                  The Princess held up her prize and called out for a knife. In seconds a knife was procured and the lemon was duly sliced. They sat again and she prepared the beverage.
                  Then she lifted her cup and sipped daintily, indicating he should do the same. He sipped his drink and let the spicy sweetness float over his tongue.
                  "And so?"
                  "It is delicious. Thank you."
                  "Oh, but I'm keeping you from eating! Please, eat your fill. Aluda, bring him a plate. Pile it high. No skimping!"
                  The Princess watched him as he ate with gusto. He did his best to pace himself, but the food was so delicious and he was ravenous. He was taking another bite of spiced lamb when he caught her looking at him.
                  She was looking at his mouth.
                  His arousal was back instantly, making him almost groan in frustration. Apparently she was drawn to him as well. This was not a happy turn of events. Then again, he might be able to ease himself somewhat, depending on how curious she was.
                  And how foolhardy he was.
                  "It is good? You want to eat more?"
                  "Not right now, thank you. Yes, very good. More than good."
                  He grinned at her, letting his own gaze drop to her inviting berry colored lips.
                  "Delicious."
                  She was giving him an assessing look, as if she knew what he was thinking. Then she tossed her head in that arrogant way she had. The Princess reminded him of a proud mare, well aware of her beauty. He closed his eyes briefly, imaging himself covering her as a stallion took a mare.
                  There was no use for it. He was doomed to spend his days here in constant arousal. He would simple have to learn to master it.
                  "Tell me, how did a