Dazzle The Complete Unabridged Trilogy (165 page)

'Let
...
go
...
of.. . me!' she gasped when she finally managed to pull her face away. She eyed him with loathing.
'You're an animal!' she hissed hoarsely.

His jaw tightened to squareness, and his eyes went silver.
Something flickered within them and, gripping her head even
tighter, he forced his mouth back on hers, cutting her curse
short. In desperation, she clamped her teeth down on his
tongue and locked her jaw.

An unholy joy filled her eyes as she tasted his coppery blood
and heard his wounded grunt of pain.

Suddenly he retaliated, and with merciless strength wren
ched a handful of her hair and nearly lifted her off her feet by
it. Instantly her jaw loosened and her teeth let go of his tongue.
Then her eyes widened and she screamed as she felt his hands
tearing savagely at her caftan. The tick-striped cotton ripped
noisily and her breasts, full and strong, leapt free, the nipples
jutting forward from the dusty-rose areolae in conical points.

Almost in slow motion, the caftan slid down her body and
lay on the floor around her feet.

She was naked, and her humiliation was complete. And yet
the wetness still flooded her loins.
Why won't my body repulse
him? It isn't as if I want him! I
hate
him!

And then she was possessed of a force she could not control.
Letting out a shrill scream, she curved her fingers into talons
and slashed like a panther. He ducked, clamped his steely
hands around her wrists, and slowly forced her arms down to
her sides.

In desperation she spat into his face. He jerked his head
stiffly backward, and she drew satisfaction from at least seeing
him flinch.

Without looking, he kicked the bedroom door shut.

Her head jerked at the sound. There was so much finality
in it.

He scooped her up, one arm under her knees, the other
around her back, and swooped her high against his chest. Like
a conqueror, he carried his struggling prize toward the altar
that was the bed. She fought, kicked, and clawed to get loose,
but to no avail. His arms were like vices.

With barely any effort, he flung her onto the bed. She
landed on her back, bouncing on the mattress, one of her
outstretched arms knocking the bedside lamp to the floor. The
bulb went dark.

Now in half-light, he towered over her, one side of his face
glowing golden, the other in purplish shadows. His lips were
drawn tightly across his even white teeth, and she was
suddenly aware of how tall he was. How potent and powerful he looked. His eyes flashed down on her, and the angles of his
face seemed heightened. She let out a muffled groan when she
saw what he was doing. His deft fingers were working at his
shirt buttons and loosening his belt.

In a last-ditch attempt, Daliah scrambled across the bed, but he caught her by one ankle and heaved her back, her
breasts sliding across the satin cover, her face hidden by her
curtain of silky black hair. Hanging on to her ankle with one
hand, he slid out of one shirt sleeve and let his trousers fall.
Then, when he changed hands to slip his other arm out of his
shirt sleeve, he rolled her over. Her breasts were heaving, and
the taut convex of her belly rose and fell with every quick
breath.

She stared up into his eyes. They were heavy-lidded and
hazy. Then, as her eyes fell, she sucked in her breath. He
had a sleek, elongated body, a sculptured chest and abdomen topped with flat brown nipples. Sinewy long brown legs. She
stared at his manhood as though hypnotized. The angry mon
ster phallus looked too big to be real.

'Please,' she begged in a throaty whisper. 'Don't. It's
wrong.' She glanced back up at him. 'Don't you see? It's all
wrong!'

He was deaf to her pleas. He had eyes only for her flesh,
smooth and tan and satin, and her arrowhead mound, prickly
with regrowing hair. An anguished moan escaped from deep
in his throat.

She tried to crawl backward, but he flung himself down on
top of her, one knee brutally parting her thighs, his hands
seizing hers and holding them down above her head. Her
breasts rose and fell. She could see the red pulse throbbing in
his temples. Time came to a standstill. She lay there paralysed.
'No-no,' she begged for the last time, more weakly than
before. 'No . . .'

And then, without warning, he lowered himself atop her.
The smooth warmth of his body made her gasp. For an instant
her blinding hatred receded, and then his tender kisses
brought out a sweet agony in her.

He kissed her lips and her neck, her shoulders, her nipples.
He drew the cup of one breast into his mouth and sucked
savagely.

Her body throbbed.

Moist threads of saliva were creeping down, tickling her
warm breasts.

She clenched her teeth, torn between struggling anew and
submitting quietly.

He forced his head into the cleft of her bosom and his tongue
travelled ever so slowly down her body, darting moistly
between her breasts, then encircling the areola of each nipple.
He slid further down, licking at her belly, rimming her navel,
then tonguing little circles on her shaved mound. She parted
her legs in a V, and his head lowered into it, his tongue pushing
through her opening until it was up inside. He rolled her clit
oris very gently between his teeth.

She moaned and shuddered at the delicious sensations that
darted through her like arrows of passion. Her fury was gone,
replaced by a passionate urgency.

This—this is what making love must really be, she thought
suddenly. Not playing perverse little games like Jerome, but
this—an act which can soothe savagery and tame the hatreds
of centuries.

She scissored her legs around his neck, trapping him as he
ate his way up inside her, all his being intent on but one pur
pose. This time he was tasting of her, giving her pleasure as
he took his own. He fingered her anus and she moaned again
and rolled her hips. Then he slid around like an acrobat, all
his weight on one hand as his legs moved lithely out from
under him and his groin was above her face. She watched his
penis lowering to her lips, and she opened her mouth. It
entered smoothly, and at the same time, his head was between
her legs. He kept his hips poised above her, and the only
sounds in the room were those of his tongue and hers. The
world was forgotten; the centuries-old barriers between Arab
and Jew meant nothing now: nothing could touch them. They
were invincible and one. All their concentration was on each
other's fulfilment, on giving and taking and giving and taking
again.

He balanced himself on his toes and, defying gravity,
wedged the rest of his weight on his shoulders, then bent his
head inward while at the same time he lifted her buttocks
slightly off the bed. She let out a cry as his tongue momentarily
brushed her anus. Then he was off her.

In a fleeting moment he was on his knees and straddling
her. For a split second he was poised, his monstrous penis
smooth and glistening wet, and then he smoothly swooped down inside her. She thrust her own hips up off the bed to
meet him, and her legs dug into his sides. It seemed as if he
was filling her completely.

She clutched him and then moaned, rolling left and right,
rising upward to meet his thrusts head-on, and their rhythm
became syncopated. As he moved faster, so did she, perfectly
in tune until the hammering became a frenzy and both of them
clenched their teeth as they grunted purposefully, striving to
achieve that which joined them, searching for ever-higher pla
teaus of pleasure. For a moment, he slowed, his hips making
circular grinding motions, his penis circling inside her; then he
bent from side to side, sliding in and out of her at every possible angle. He slowed down as he felt his juices rising danger
ously, then he continued to hammer. He leaned forward over
her, his lips sucking on her nipples, kneading them with his
lips, flicking them with his tongue. Then once again he would
smoothly plummet in, ever more easily as she became wetter
and wetter and the torrents of passion threatened to burst
from within them like thunder.

Then without warning, her screams reverberated through
the bedroom and bounced off the walls like infinite echoes of ecstasy. The heat within her was bursting, a sun flaring its
delicious tongues of flame outward from the very core of her body. She was crazed with passion, and the orgasms were
exquisite, washing over her, one after the other, while he
smoothly slammed himself all the way up inside her, then all the way out again, then all the way up. His pounding was
relentless, like the rhythm of her heart.

Frantically, like an animal, he settled down to his task and
began to hammer purposefully at her, his thighs slapping
noisily against hers, his breaths coming in quick, heavy pants.
Gone completely now were the last remnants of hatred. She
clenched her teeth, dug her fingers into his flesh with the frenzy
of the moment. Her face grimaced determinedly, her body perspired deliriously as it shuddered and shuddered. She felt
herself floating, and through closed eyes, lazy arabesques
burst and receded like starbursts until she could bear it no
more. Her lungs felt as if they were bursting. Drops of his
perspiration rained down on her like liquid flames. She felt
them sizzle on her flesh. She forgot where she was, who she
was, what she was doing and with whom.

And then his convulsions merged into hers as his engorged penis thrust so deeply inside her that for a moment she was
afraid she couldn't breathe. He let out a cry and savagely dug
in as far as he could. Then he clung to her and shuddered
uncontrollably as his juices burst forth. She felt his penis contract against the warm soft walls of her vagina, then expand,
and the explosion was complete. Her insides seemed to rock,
then go fluid and slack. His body slowed and he lowered him
self on top of her, his breathing coming in gasps. He hung on
to her until she could feel him growing limp inside her.