More, they always wanted more, and it had to be different and more thrilling. Both were masters of getting what they wanted. In the morning, sitting on the balcony where they could look over the sea and partaking of a breakfast of champagne, fresh figs and strawberries, omelets stuffed with wild mushrooms and slivers of crisp bacon, and wild honey and sweet butter on freshly baked bread only served to sharpen their taste buds for more of each other. Lust was upon them like a morning dew, and all thought of anything else was far from their minds. It was never over for them. Rashid was being sensitive, creative, sensual, and complex. And he wanted her, Humayun, all over again. She felt exactly the same way herself — she wanted him. He stood up and tenderly drew her to him. Slowly he stripped her of the diaphanous black silk shawl she had wrapped herself in, careful not to touch her skin as he did. He kissed her lips lightly with great gentleness. When she was completely naked, he ran his fingers through her long, golden-red hair several times and then, putting his hand on her shoulder, he turned her around, his eyes boring deep inside her as he surveyed every inch of her body.
