Two hundred yard from the quay the anchor slid into the water. “She is!” Katherine laughed. That would not have been fair to her, and he had known that as much as he longed for her, Nasira couldn’t return with him. Still, you are Ahl al-Kitāb, yes? ahh! did I pinch you?”
“They only created my bulecka as another entertainment,” Nasira said as she slid back down him, using the Ottoman word for her company of Janissaries. His left hand held her wrists, holding them tight against the small of her back, as his right hand moved down between her legs and the tips of his fingers slid over the soft folds of her cunt. Hamilton slapped her ass and stepped back. They were, however, surprised that there were six brass 12-pounders in an enclosed gun deck. It became a siege and so a mine was dug. He wanted her hard and fast and he fucked her hard and fast. “If the great Massih Bey feels you need protection he will send me with you.”
“Not on the ship. “What in God’s name is that smell?”
“Galleys.” Hamilton pointed several hundred yards away at a dozen of Corsair raiding galleys. They did not wear shirts and the jackets barely covered their breasts. Hamilton recognized Nashwa’s voice as he ran back on deck.
