CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
The summer drifted by in days of leisure and nights of passion....
The winter passed in a dream as flesh was succored by the caress and delicate touch of lips and memories.
And when the tulips of Topkapi blossomed once more with the vibrant colors of springtime, the two men satiated their affection through masculinity alone under the soft caress of Haseki. She ran her fingers across their passion, as she stroked her own belly which was heavy with child.
