Master Ammad held the hand of Princess Augusta tenderly. He guided her to their cabin.
"Won't I get carried past the threshold of our cabin, my husband?" she asked him teasingly.
"Your wish is my command, my princess!"
She purred when she felt the muscled arms and chest of Muhammad. She spread her palms over them as she was slowly put down. She remained in his loose embrace.
"When we reached the dhampirs' community, I'd like to show you something, my princess," Master Ammad murmured to her ears. "But for now, you take your much-needed rest!" He pulled her gently to the bathroom.
"Won't you wash my back, my husband?" The husky request was positively tempting.
Master Ammad swallowed before speaking. "My wife, do not tease me, please," he uttered calmly.
"Kiss me, Muhammad..." Prince
