CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT
The Valide Sultana reclined in the luxury of a divan within her suite, sipping on a goblet of sherbet as a eunuch crouched before her, delivering the pleasures that she desired on this happy occasion. Sucking on the ivory of a nagila, pungent smoke curling about her, she ran her hand over the head at her loins—gasping as the flicking-moisture of thick lips and tongue caressed her.
The balcony lattice, behind the eunuch, failed to conceal a slither of movement. So the snake wishes another audience? Hafsa thought. An emotive smile crossed her lips. The agitated shadow paused, coiled tight, as the eunuch completed his duty—the heated tingle of life spreading from Hafsa’s groin and cascading throughout her body to equal the brilliance of the fireworks display be
