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Ilyas’s mouth moved with hers and the scent of him was enticing.

Maggie found that her hands had moved to his chest and then upwards, so that her arms linked around his neck as she accepted the sensual bliss of his tongue.

This was a kiss, Maggie thought. The caress of his tongue was welcomed by hers and the taste of them together was divine.

Maggie found herself aching to be held more fiercely, to know completely his embrace, and yet he kissed her as if they had all the time in the world.

They had all the time he required, Maggie thought suddenly, for she was, after all, his prisoner. And at that crude dawning realisation she pulled back.

Ilyas had anticipated that she would—the attraction between them was undeniable, and yet he had known she would fight it.

Her breath was ragged and her eyes blinked rapidly as he continued to hold her face. Their lips were moist and their chests were close to touching.

Maggie opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it, for she didn’t know what to say.

‘Please.’ She looked at him. ‘That was a mistake.’

‘It didn’t feel like one,’ Ilyas answered. ‘It still doesn’t.’