Wrapped In Pleasure - Brenda Jackson [67]
He strained forward, lifting her hips to receive him as their bodies exploded yet again, making them groan out when yet another climax struck.
And moments later, completely sated and totally pleasured, they collapsed in each other’s arms.
A few hours later Jamal leaned forward over Delaney, breathed in deeply to inhale her scent, before kissing her awake.
He leaned back and watched as she opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him. “You can wake me up anytime, Your Highness.”
Jamal chuckled and ran a finger along her cheek. “It’s time for me to take you home. I did promise your brothers that I would have you back at a reasonable hour.”
Delaney reached down and caressed him, and her smile widened. “And of course you will want to make love again before you take me home, right?”
“That had been my plan.” He grinned, placing his body over hers. “I will love you forever, Delaney.”
“And I will love you forever, too. Who would have thought that what was supposed to be a secluded vacation would bring us together? And to think we didn’t even like each other at first.”
Jamal leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. “You know what they say, don’t you?” he asked, tracing a path with his tongue down her throat.
“No,” Delaney whispered, just barely. “What do they say?”
He smiled down at her. “Things are not always as they seem to be.” He kissed her again, then said, “But the love that we share is everything we will ever want it to be and more.”
Epilogue
Six Weeks Later
“Another marriage ceremony?” Delaney asked Jamal as they captured some stolen moments in the palace courtyard. All around them, the atmosphere of the desert was hot and humid, yet the fragrance of jasmine and gardenias permeated the air, creating a seductive, erotic overtone. “This makes the fourth.”
Their first wedding had been a beautiful garden wedding on her parents’ lawn three weeks ago in Atlanta. The second ceremony had taken place last week when they arrived at the palace, with the king, queen and other dignitaries and their wives present. The third had been in the town square, arranged by the people of Tahran as a way to welcome the prince and his chosen princess.
A smile tilted the corners of Jamal’s lips. “But think of how much fun we have with the wedding nights that follow each one.”
Delaney reached out and placed her arms around her husband’s neck, leaned up and kissed his lips. “Mmm, that is true.”
She then turned in his arms so her back pressed against his front while his hand splayed across her stomach where their child rested. She didn’t think she could ever be as happy as she was now.
Upon her arrival at the palace last week, she was immediately summoned to hold a private meeting alone with Jamal’s father, King Yasir. At first the king had presented himself as the fierce, dictatorial ruler, and had relentlessly interrogated her about her views and beliefs.
She had answered all of his questions, honestly, truthfully and respectfully. In the end he had told her that her sharp tongue and tough stance reminded him of Queen Fatimah, and that he knew she would have no problem being understood, respected and loved. He had hugged her and accepted her into the family.
Jamal’s sisters, Johari and Arielle, had also made her feel welcome and said they did not consider her as their brother’s wife but as their sister. But it was Queen Fatimah who had endeared herself to Delaney’s heart forever by meeting with her and sharing some of the things she had come up against as a foreigner in her husband’s land and how she had set about changing things, in a subtle way.
She had even suggested that Delaney give some thought to using her medical knowledge to educate the women of Tahran about childhood diseases and what they could do to prevent them. As well, she suggested Delaney could practice medicine in the hospital