Jewel of Persia by Roseanna M. White

well-shaped lips. “He would have. My God values covenants—he would have helped me be faithful to my husband.”
    “Then let us be grateful I am your husband, so you may be faithful without resisting these things I make you feel.” He returned her smile and then, unable to help himself, leaned down to brush his lips over hers.
    His own reaction he knew and expected. The surge of blood through his veins, the headiness of indulgence. It was hers that interested him more. He felt the quaver that arched her back and lifted her up onto her toes. When he anchored her with an arm around her waist, she slid one of hers around his neck, rested the other against his chest. It was an invitation he had no desire to refuse—he deepened the kiss.
    She responded with a sweet hesitancy underscored by fire and even made a noise of protest when he pulled away a moment later. He gazed into her eyes, clouded now, and smiled. “I knew my impatience was well placed. I would not have wanted to wait until after the war to see you again.”
    “I am glad you were insistent.” She reached up to trace the contours of his face. Her expression reflected both confusion and contentment. “I could not understand why you were, though. Even realizing who you are . . . Hegai said it was my beauty, but you have wives already more beautiful. And some of the virgins awaiting their turn with you—they are stunning.”
    A laugh slipped out. “I must say, none of my wives have ever sung the others’ praises.” He kissed her again, softly. “Perhaps, were you simply standing there among them, I would not call you the most beautiful. But I knew the first moment I saw you that I must have you. You, above anyone else.”
    She stroked her fingers over his beard. “Why?”
    “Why?” He caught her hand, kissed it. “Because when I followed the sound of your cry and saw you in that river, there was utter rapture on your face. As if you had given yourself totally to the sensation of cold water, as if that single moment were enough to live for. I want you to feel that for me, to give yourself to me that fully. Will you do that, lovely Kasia?”
    She smiled when he said her name as he had at the river. “I will. I cannot do otherwise.”
    Just as he hoped. “Then when you spotted me, you leapt back onto the bank to protect your sister. You made each decision in the next few moments based upon what would benefit her and keep her safe. I want you to be so devoted, so dedicated to me. Will you promise that, lovely Kasia?”
    Her smile went luminous. “I will. Even were you not you , I would pledge such loyalty to my husband. But because you are you . . . that much and more.”
    Just as he wanted. “When you spoke of your father, in spite of disagreeing with some of his principles love shone in your eyes. I want you to love me as thoroughly as your husband. As a man, rather than a king. Will you give me that as well, lovely Kasia?”
    She lifted her brows. “That kind of love requires time, tending, a full, open heart. But given how much I feel for you already, after so short an acquaintance . . . I think it safe to promise I will. Shall I let you know when I do?”
    Ah, how quickly he had come to treasure that amused smile of hers. “Please. Do you want to know the final thing that sealed your fate?”
    She looped her arms around his neck. He would not have expected such ease already, but he would not argue. “Of course.”
    “You said you were a Jew proudly. I want you to be my wife as proudly, to serve me from your heart. Will you give such allegiance to both king and empire?”
    Now her face hardened. Would she be surprised to know he was glad of that? Glad she stiffened in his arms? “Will I be your wife proudly? Yes. Will I take pride in what my husband accomplishes for his empire? Yes. But will I give you the same allegiance I give Jehovah? I cannot. You are my husband and king. But he is my God.”
    He slid a hand into her hair and urged her head