Royal Weddings. Annie West

clever, powerful man who got exactly what he wanted.

       What did he want from her?

      She’d assumed he’d married her to acquire a mother for his children, a consort.

      That and a sexual partner.

      It couldn’t be anything else. Despite their sizzling passion, Tariq always left her to sleep alone. He respected her privacy. He gave her the distance she wanted. He didn’t demand an emotional bond.

      Because she wasn’t the wife he’d chosen for himself. Samira sighed, realising her thoughts had come full circle, back to Jasmin.

      Tariq might share himself now with Samira, but he’d never love her because Jasmin held his heart.

      Samira had understood that from the first. Why, then, did the knowledge dim her incandescent glow of pleasure?

      Why did she feel so...lost?