Chapter 27 - Sayid
As the plane glides through the sky, the soft hum of the engines surrounds us. I can feel my pulse racing, my skin burning beneath my clothes. We are on our way to the wedding ceremony I had pulled together within the last couple of days. And for the first time in my life, I am actually nervous.
I want everything to be perfect for her. She is already so perfect to me, and she deserves the world. I want to prove to her just how worthy she is. I am hoping this quick ceremony will be enough to make her happy for now, until we can celebrate with a big traditional ceremony and reception.
My thoughts have not left what started in the shower the other evening, and what has continued every possible moment between us since then. I did not expect her to want me so soon. And the last thing I want to do is push her away with any of my physical desires. She will always come first. And my pleasure will be taken only in her happiness.
As she sits across from me in my private jet, her eyes are heavy with desire and something else, something deeper. Gratitude, maybe? She has already thanked me for saving her, when she doesn’t need to. It’s my duty to protect her. She has got to stop thanking me for doing what comes so naturally.
My instincts still tell me to be careful with her, to keep a certain distance, to protect her from this—my raw, primal need that she seems to awaken in me with every glance, every touch. I failed her, I let him get to her, hurt her. I can’t bear to fail her again.
As if she can read my thoughts, she gets up and comes to sit on my lap. She kisses me first, and I don’t hesitate to kiss her back. I can feel how much she is desiring this, needing it. She pulls back, meeting my curious gaze.
“Shamsi,” she breathes, like a prayer that escapes her as her gaze locks deeper onto mine. “You have never stop taking care of me. You have kept every promise and vow you have made me. Stop beating yourself up with leaving me vulnerable. What matters is that once again, you saved me. Let me show you how much I appreciate you.”
The words are more than an invitation, a quiet plea, and despite the restraint I fight to keep in place, I feel the heat of her words sink straight into me, unraveling everything. My hands clench at my sides. I want to stay calm. But my body is already betraying me, every part of me is aching to feel her closer, to see just how much I can lose myself in her.
My cock already hardening with her on my lap. She slowly slides down off my lap and onto the floor. She’s on her knees in front of me. The sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so confident, makes my breath catch in my throat.
My mind screams at me to stop her—don’t let this happen, don’t lose control—but she is already unbuttoning my pants, her hands trembling slightly as she exposes me to her, her lips parting with a soft sigh that goes straight to my core.
“Qamari…” My voice cracks as I try to find my grounding, but the words come out softer than I’d intended. Maybe I am now pleading, trying to make sense of the overwhelming desires and urges I am battling.
Her eyes flicker up to mine, dark and full of need, but there is something more in them—something that makes my chest tighten. She isn’t just showing me gratitude; she is showing me something deeper, something that makes my pulse race faster than I thought possible.
“You always do so much for me,” she whispers, and that is it—my last attempt to hold back, quickly fading away. “Let me do this for you, Shamsi.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond. As if she knows exactly how I've needed her.
She bows down, her lips brushing the tip of me before her tongue circles, slow and teasing, making me groan in the back of my throat. I grip the armrests, my fingers digging into the leather, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But it is slipping. Quickly. My cock is now her plaything, her distraction, and all I can do is surrender to the sensation of her, so warm and willing.
I want to pull her up, to make her stop before I lose myself completely. But when she takes me deeper, her soft petite hands working in sync with her mouth, it is too much. I can no longer think or breathe, and when she moans softly around me, it shatters whatever resistance I have left. She moves with such precision, it consumes me.
My hands go to her hair, gripping tightly, but even then, I can’t bring myself to pull her away. “God, Nora…” My voice is hoarse, raw with the loss of control. The words barely make it past my lips, and before I know it, I am guiding her, my hips buck involuntarily as I lose myself in the heat of her touch.
I am losing all of my restraint, my control, my sense of self. She is devouring me, and all I can do is give in. And fuck, do I love giving into her. She isn’t holding back, and neither am I. The tension that is always hanging between us, the pull of desire that threatens to snap at any moment, is set ablaze.
I lose every inch of control, my hands grip her hair tighter as I thrust forward, my body completely at the mercy of the primal hunger she has awakened in me. Her name leaves my lips, a growl of pure need. I can’t stop myself now. She has taken me to the edge, and there is no going back.
She wants to show her gratitude, and each movement is a silent show of how much she craves to please me. But it isn’t enough. I want more. “Qamari,” I rasp, my voice raw, a warning. But I don’t stop myself, I can’t. With one powerful motion, I stand as I pull her back by the hair, her eyes locking onto mine, her lips swollen and red from the attention I’m giving them.
I can see the hunger in her gaze, the way she wants this just as much as I do. She is mine—to use, to take, and I am going to remind her exactly what it feels like to be taken by someone whose motive is only pleasure and protection.
I tower over her. She doesn’t hesitate, her gaze never leaving me as I position myself in front of her again. Her breath hitches, but there is something in the way she opens her mouth for me—wider, eager—that makes my blood run hotter.
“Such a good girl,” I reassure her, my hand tightening in her hair as I guide her to take me deeper. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To thank me for saving you. Show me how much you appreciate me. All of me.”
She moans at my words, and swallows me in deep, like she can’t get enough. That drives me wild, as I slide in. Her body trembles as I move harder, faster. "Just tap my leg twice if you need a break, Qamari, because good girls get breaks."
She is moaning with every thrust back into her throat. She is taking me to the brink, I have nothing left but the need to bury myself in her, to let her feel everything I have. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull back, and that sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
She doesn't tap my leg. She gags, and chokes, and she takes it all—every inch, every movement—and with each thrust, I can hear her breathless sounds of approval, of want. My hands tighten around her hair as I thrust harder, pushing deeper, until her drool is dripping down to the floor.
"So fucking perfect. I’m going to come in your dirty little mouth.” I whisper my praise as she moans around me, the vibrations from her mouth driving me mad. Her soft warmth makes me ache with need as I feel myself starting to come apart.
“That’s it Nora, drink me in, just like that.” Her gags have my balls clenching, and then with one final thrust, I come. The rush of release shooting hard into the back of her throat. She swallows my seed down without hesitation, taking in every drop I give her.
I pull back slowly, my hands shaking slightly as I watch her—her lips swollen, her eyes dark with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. She has given herself to me, and I can’t deny the overwhelming satisfaction that comes with knowing she wanted to please me like this. And now that my inner beast is uncaged, I am going to show her exactly what my command looks like.
“Stand.” She obeys, and I give her my hand to help her up. “Sit.” I move her back into the chair behind her. Her eyes don’t leave mine. “Pull your dress up, and take off your panties.” Once again she obeys immediately, pulling up her black cotton dress, and sliding off her lacy purple panties.
“I want you to touch yourself, Habibti. I want to watch you give yourself just as much love and attention as you gave me.” Her eyes are frozen wide staring up at me.
“I…I don’t—” She hesitates.
“Nora, move your hand down between your legs, and feel just how wet with desire you are.” I sit down in my seat, and slowly take a sip of my drink while waiting for her to follow my directions. And when her hand starts to move, satisfaction spreads through me. She trusts me.
“Good, now circle your clit slowly with your fingers.” Her brow furrows with concentration, it is one of her many looks that make my heart ache deeper for her each time. “That’s it, Qamari. Now a little more pressure, and a bit faster.” She continues, her body relaxing back in her seat, the tension slowly leaving her shoulders.
“Sayid, I want you inside of me.” She practically begs for me. But this is not about me.
“Not right now, this is all about you Nora. You need to feel the strength of your own love, your own thoughtfulness, your own dedication.” I can see her body start to tremble, she is already getting close to her release.
“You put so much effort into taking care of others, I want to watch you give back to yourself. Take your other hand and slide a finger inside of yourself.” Her eyes flicker with just a bit of hesitation, but she listens.
I watch as she bares herself to me, sliding her middle finger slowing inside of her. She lets out a small moan, and I clench the arms of my chair. I am restraining every urge inside of me not to dive down to her, and taste her. I want her to give herself her own release.
“Good girl. Now slowly swirl that finger feeling all of your warmth and wetness. Don’t stop circling your clit with your other hand. Work them together.” Her breathing is ragged and her body starts arching off the chair.
“That’s it, Habibti. You’re so fucking beautiful. Keep going.” Her moans send heat rushing through my body, I grip the chair even harder. My cock strains against my pants. Her body is trembling, she is close. It’s time for her to let everything go.
“Keep your eyes on me, that's it. Now come for me, Qamari. Show me how much you can love yourself.” She cries out, her moans echoing around the cabin of the plane. My cock wants to explode all over her, but I restrain myself. I watch as her body trembles and rocks through her orgasm. But I don’t want her to stop feeling pleasure, not yet.
I fall to my knees, kneeling before her. I grab her legs, and wrap them around my shoulders as I dive into her. My tongue quickly lapping up every bit of moisture she offers me. Her beautiful pussy is swollen with her pleasure, and she continues to tremble beneath me.
I can’t help myself, I want her to climax again. I focus my attention to her throbbing clit. Swirling my tongue around her, sucking gently, and with a tiny nip of my teeth, she unravels beneath me. Her hands fisting my hair, as she thrusts against my face. Her moans turn into screams.
“Ahhhh…fuuuckkk…Sayid—” I don’t let up for a single moment. I keep working her sensitive clit until she is done shaking underneath me. Her taste is like my personal elixir, the only thing I need to survive. My cock aches for another release, but I will not give in at this moment.
I hold Nora against me. All the tension gone from her body. “I bet you feel much better now, don’t you?”
“Why yes, Mr. Hassan. You always know exactly what I need.” She kisses me deep, tasting herself on my tongue.
“We better get you cleaned up, we will be landing soon.” I give her a kiss on the forehead before leading her to the bathroom. When we emerge, the sky is darkening around us, and Nora goes to look out the windows.
She has been curious about our destination all day, stealing glances at me with that inquisitive look I adore, but she trusts me enough not to press for answers. She is getting used to liking my surprises, and not worrying about the unknown.
Now, as the neon glow of the city fills the windows, she turns to me, wide-eyed. “Vegas?” she asks, with a cute little giggle to her voice.
I reach for her hand, bringing it to my lips. “Vegas,” I confirm. “A night you won’t forget, Miss Stevens. And by the end of the night, I am hoping you go by a different title.” Her eyes grow even wider with curiosity and surprise as we make our descent.
When we reach the tarmac, the limousine I arranged is waiting for us. Inside a chilled bottle of champagne. She lets me pour her a glass, still watching me, waiting for the full reveal of my plan. But I want her to be surprised. She deserves to be swept away.
As we drive through the Strip, the lights from the casinos and hotels flicker over her face, illuminating her beauty in a way that makes my chest ache. I want her to have the wedding of her dreams, the true wedding she deserves. I planned every detail for the personal ceremony waiting for us. I am hoping this will be enough until we have a grand ceremony back home. Our home.
The first stop is to check into our hotel suite, so that we can get changed. Once we are settled in the suite, I pull out a carefully wrapped box, and hand it to her. It is similar to the one I sent to her the morning of Liam’s wedding.
A smile spreads to her face. “What’s this?” she asks, unwrapping it carefully.
“Your dress,” I say, watching as her fingers brush over the delicate white lace before she pulls the dress out of the box.
She exhales softly while lifting it up, her expression is almost unreadable. “Well Mr. Hassan, once again you have outdone yourself, this is absolutely beautiful.”
I step behind her, my hands resting on her shoulders. “Not as beautiful as you.” I say as I kiss the back of her neck. “I wanted you to have something special, something that feels like us.”
She turns in my arms, lifting onto her toes to kiss me. “I love it.” Her infectious smile makes my body almost feel weightless.
While she changes, I dress in the navy blue suit I know she loves. And when I meet her at the door, the sight of her in that dress—soft, elegant lace hugging her curves, her hair loosely curled down her back—steals my breath. I can’t speak for a moment, can’t do anything but stare.
“You are…” I finally manage, cupping her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her freckled cheek. “Beyond words, Habibti.” This is way better than watching her walk down an aisle towards me. I can take in all of her privately, just us.
She smiles, a little shy, a little knowing. “Then don’t use words.”
I kiss her, slow and deep, before taking her hand. “Come. We have somewhere to be.” I lead her out of our suite, down the hall to the elevator, through the lobby, and out the doors—not taking my hand away from her for one second.
When we arrive at our destination, she immediately recognizes the High Roller massive Ferris wheel towering above us. She giggles. Then a shy smile stretches over her face as realization dawns. “We’re getting married on a Ferris wheel?”
I smirk. Letting my reaction be a mix of tease and truth. “Maybe.” The private cabin awaits us, softly lit, the city stretching out around us as we ascend. As the wheel lifts higher, I can see her wonder, the way she takes in every part of the skyline.
As we reach the very top and come to a stop, I do something I know she won’t expect. I sing. “I can show you the world…” Her head whips towards me, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Shining, shimmering, splendid…”
She gasps, then bursts into laughter, her hands flying to her face. “Oh my God, you’re actually singing it.”
I continue, my voice low and teasing, enjoying the way she dissolves into giggles. By the time I reach the chorus, she is laughing so hard she can barely breathe, wiping tears from her eyes. “This is ridiculous,” she chokes out between fits of laughter.
“But you love it,” I counter, grinning.
She leans into me, her laughter fading into something softer. “I really, really do.” Then she joins me in singing the final lines of the song. And my heart does a backflip so deep I think maybe I might even get tears in my eyes from the moment.
As the wheel starts descending, I take a step back, my expression turning a bit more serious. I reach out my hand to her, but before she takes it, I ask—“Do you trust me?”
Her breath hitches, her fingers trembling slightly before she places her hand in mine. A shy smile stays on her face. “Always.” I pull her up towards me, and turn her towards the doors.
The moment the doors open, she gasps. There, waiting at the base, is Liam, Zahir, and Jules—her sister’s face lighting up with joy, Liam shaking his head as if he can’t believe we have actually pulled this off, and Zahir looking smug as ever.
And standing beside them, is the officiant, ready to marry us. Nora turns to me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You did this?” She gestures towards everyone waiting for us.
I brush a loose curl from her face, and trap a tear with my thumb. “For you? I'll do anything.”
The ceremony is intimate, perfect. Jules adjusts Nora’s dress, whispering that she has never seen her so happy. Liam gives me a long, searching look before finally nodding in approval. Zahir, of course, makes a joke about how he should have been the one officiating the wedding, seeing as how he practically brought Nora and I together.
When it is time for our vows, I take her hands, looking into those deep, knowing eyes. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine. Not just to love, but to protect, to honor, to cherish. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, Nora. You are my home, my everything.”
Tears slip down her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away. “I never believed in fate before you,” she whispers. “But somehow, through all the pain, all the fear, it led me straight to you. I know now—there was never any other path. Just us. And I would go through it all over again if it still meant that it would lead me to you. The one person who has shown me the true meaning of love.”
My chest tightens, and this time I can’t stop my eyes from glistening over. I slide a gold wedding band onto her finger, connecting perfectly with her engagement ring. Zahir hands Nora my matching gold ring, and she places it on my ring finger. The officiant barely gets the words out before I kiss her, sealing our promise under the neon-lit sky, the city alive around us.
Right on queue, the sky erupts with fireworks. ‘Sayid and Nora Hassan. Forever.’ “Wow, Uncle, fireworks? This is a bit too much, even for you.” Zahir jokes, and I shoot him a look that I usually save for unfavorable business dealings. He throws his hands up in surrender, and I smirk back at him.
Everyone congratulates us, before we head back to the limousine. “See you soon,” Jules calls out as we are getting in. Nora looks back at me with renewed curiosity, but I just smirk back at her, not giving up any more information for right now.
∞∞∞
After carrying Nora through our suite, we now stand at the edge of the bed, and I can't take my eyes off of her. The woman who has been my everything, the woman I have promised to protect, to cherish—she is officially mine, fully and irrevocably. I can feel the weight of that promise, the depth of what I had just vowed to her, deep in my soul.
Her hands are shaking as she reaches for me, but I stop her, my fingers gently brushing over her palms before guiding them back to her sides. "No," I murmur, my voice thick with something more primal now. "You’ve made me the happiest man alive today," I whisper, the words full of sincerity, but my desire for her was starting to take over.
"You’re mine now, Qamari. Tonight, I’ll show you what it truly means to be mine, to be my wife. You’ve given me everything today. Let me show you just how much you mean to me."
She swallows, nodding, her lips parting slightly as she looks up at me with those eyes full of want and trust. I can see it in her—the desire to be loved, to be held, but also the need to feel me, to truly feel how much she matters to me. I have to make her understand the depth of what I feel.
I lean down, kissing her slowly, tenderly at first, my hands roaming over her body. The dress she wears is a barrier, and I will remove it piece by piece. I undo the buttons with careful deliberation, my hands trailing over her skin as I expose her inch by inch. Her breath hitches with each touch, and I revel in the way she responds to me, how her body seems to melt into my hands.
“You’re mine, Qamari,” I whisper against her lips, my voice thick with the weight of my desire. “All of you. Every inch. And I’m going to cherish you, every way I can.” I pull my remaining clothes off and I slowly move her back onto the bed, my body following her as if we are tethered together.
She is officially mine, and I am going to take my time, savoring each moment, cherishing every inch of her. I hover over her, kissing her again, deeper this time, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the promise of everything to come. My hands roam lower, and I can feel the soft tremor in her skin as I touch her.
She moans softly into the kiss, her hands tugging at my shoulders, urging me closer, as if her body knows exactly what it needs. I can’t hold back anymore. I position myself above her, I slowly enter her, she is already slick with her desire. My movements are slow and deliberate as I enter her, feeling her warmth and tightness, the perfect fit.
I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to me, my breath ragged as I look down at her. “I’m going to take care of you, just like I promised,” I whisper, my voice low and full of my intention. "Every part of you, every inch of you, fully belongs to me now. As every piece of me, equally belongs to you.”
I move inside her, my thrusts slow but deep, savoring the feel of her around me. She responds, her body arching to meet mine, and I can’t help but groan as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper against her. She lets me take control, lets me guide her into the rhythm I set.
And with each movement, I whisper to her, my words heavy with desire and devotion. “My perfect girl, taking me deep like this. Created from my deepest dreams and desires. Everything I have ever wanted, nothing compares to what it feels like being connected to you.”
With every deep deliberate thrust, I make sure she knows how much I need her, how much I crave her. How deep our connection runs, how truly bound together we are, not just in the moment, but for eternity.
She moans in response, her hands clutching at my back, pulling me even closer. I can feel her body shaking beneath mine, and it drives me wild with the need to protect and claim her more. But it isn’t just about the pleasure—it is about making her feel safe, making her know that no matter what, I am hers, and she is mine.
I lean down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, as I continue my movements, becoming more urgent, more intense. “I’m going to make you feel everything,” I mutter between kisses. “You’re mine forever.”
She gasps, her body tightening around me, and I know she is close. But I am not going to let her go, not yet. Not until I’ve shown her just how much I love her, how much I need her. “Not yet,” I growl, my hands moving to her hips, guiding her. “I’ll let you come when I say, Habibti.”
Her breath catches, and I feel the way her body responds to my command. She fully trusts me. She trusts me with everything she has. And I will never abuse her trust.
“One lifetime with you is not enough, but I will spend every minute of it cherishing you and worshipping you, proving how truly worthy you are.” It is the last vow I need to convey.
And now I can let go with her, allowing her to find her release. “Now Hayati, come with me.” It hits us both—faster, harder, all-consuming. I can feel the shudder of her body beneath me, the tension breaking as she lets go, and I let go too. The world seems to blur, everything fades except for her, and our connection.
When it is over, I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms as I kiss her forehead gently. “You’re everything to me, Qamari,” I whisper, my voice still thick with emotion. “I’ll never leave you.”