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t in front of the fire with his teeth,
determined to stay warm while he got some sleep.
Jasmine lay in bed, trying to remember the feel of 's beloved
Ali's body next to 's own, his warming breath and his smooth skin
sliding against hers. In 's imagination he was just out of 's reach.
could barely reach out and touch the ends of his silken hair. She
had been so glad when he had given up wearing that stupid white
headpiece with the feather; his hair was one of his most beauteous
features.
's hands ran slid under the heavy linen bedding to touch her
belly, and could remember the way his hands felt there, touching
her, caressing 's softness. It wasn't at all like his. His skin
always felt smooth and dry, but underneath his stomach had been tight,
strong. As were his limbs. remembered their wedding night, when
she had been so frightened. He hadn't been much better. But after the
initial pain, when he had entered her, had looked up into his
worried face and held his powerful arms with h
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