Chapter 38
“Where are you taking me?”
“Are you afraid I’ll kidnap you like my ancestors did with their wives, fiancée?”
She smiles. “It would be a great story to tell our children.”
“Who knows, one day I might fulfill that fantasy for you, Madeline.”
Her eyes widen, and I can see the slight tremor of her lips. The idea excites her. “I don’t deal well with surprises. Can’t you give me at least a hint?”
“Our engagement will happen next week. Once the upcoming wedding is announced to the world, the preparations will begin. We won’t have much time to be alone, except for late-night escapes. So in a way, I am indeed kidnapping you.”
“You know, as much as I’m thrilled about the idea of being away from everyone, you should involve me in the wedding preparations.
I’m not your subject to just follow whatever decisions you make for me.
You just said our engagement is next week, then the wedding preparations will start.
Have you considered that maybe I want my family to attend too? ”
“No, I didn’t think about it because I’m not used to sharing decision-making with someone. I am always the one who decides everything.”
“It might work well with your businesses or even governing Sintarah, but in our home, we will have a shared reign, my Sheikh.”
I don’t like being contradicted. In fact, it’s a surprise to me that she is doing so right now; Madeline has agreed with everything so far.
“Do you want me to fly your family over here?” I ask, and her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. It takes me only a fraction of a second to understand. “You haven’t told them yet?”
“I told Zoe,” she says evasively.
“But not your parents.”
She shakes her head and looks out at the landscape.
“Why not?”
“It didn’t seem like the right moment.”
“And when will that be? When our child is born?”
She lets out a defeated sigh. “My mother is a difficult person.”
“To the point of not wanting to meet her grandchild?”
“Can we talk about this some other time?” Her words sound like a plea, and then she looks outside the window. “Are we going to the desert?”
I’m pissed off and I don’t want to interrupt our conversation because I know Madeline is hiding something from me, but I can’t resist her excitement. “To an oasis.”
She turns back to me, her whole face lighting up with joy.
“Do you know what that is?” I ask.
“More or less. Please explain.”
“This particular one is a hideaway in the middle of the desert which my father built for my mother. I don’t want to say too much; I’d rather you see it for yourself.”
“Are you taking me there to be alone with me?”
“Partly that, but mainly because I want to show you the beauties of my country. I want you to love it as if it were your own home.”
She strokes my stubble. “That’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me,” she says and interlaces our fingers. Then she rests her head on my shoulder, smiling.
Madeline is the most complex woman I’ve ever met.
Last night, after dinner, I gave her a set of diamond earrings and a necklace made by the royal jeweler, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
She wore them at my request while we made love, but this morning the jewels were back in the box, which means she took them off during the night.
When I asked if she didn’t like the gift, she replied that she did but that she liked even more what happened while she was wearing them.
The car jolts as we cross over a high dune, and she smiles. “I’ve never been in a jeep before. This is the first time.”
“There’s no other option to reach the oasis. It’s either this or a camel,” I joke. I would never put my pregnant wife on a camel’s back for such a long distance.
“Camels are so tall.”
“Don’t worry, Madeline, I won’t make you ride them.”
“I want to, but not today,” she says, masking her fear. “What will your family think about us being away?”
“They know me well enough to know I value privacy.”
“Oh!”
“You’re carrying my child, Madeline. Why are you being so coy?”
“I’m not. It’s just that we were discreet in London, in Turkey and Ibiza. It feels strange to make our relationship public.”
“In a few days, the whole world will know that you are my chosen wife.”
Half an hour later, we finally arrive, and she lets out a cry of excitement like a little girl.
I go around the car to help her out, aware that my team of bodyguards has followed us in five other jeeps.
“There are trees. And a natural pool. And tents.” She jumps and wraps her arms around my neck, oblivious to the fact that we have an audience. “I’m never leaving. I’m staying here forever,” she says, laughing. “Take me on a tour.”
I try to see the hideaway my father built for my mother through Madeline’s eyes.
Yes, it’s a piece of paradise in the scorching sands of Sintarah, a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. Despite the tents, there are stone buildings. But after witnessing her reaction, I have no doubt where she will want to sleep.
“I think we should go inside,” I say after we walk around the entire compound. “It’s getting really hot out here, and you’re not used to this kind of heat.”
She looks down at my chest, and I hold her chin because I like those beautiful eyes on me.
“What’s wrong?”
“You look incredibly sexy in traditional clothes.”
For the first time I can remember, I feel shy. Whenever I’m in Sintarah, I wear our traditional attire: kandoora and ghutrah. “And without them?”
“Are you fishing for compliments, my Sheikh?”
“No, you cheeky girl. I’m just thinking about how much I want to lay you on the cushions inside that tent and spend the whole day sucking on that pussy.” I pull her into a kiss, and just the feeling of her hard nipples against me makes my arousal blow up.
I pick her up and carry her into the tent.
“I’d like clothes like that too. Like your sisters’,” she says, her arms around my neck.
I smile because I like her request. “I arranged for my mother to order a trousseau for you. Just the basics, but there will be a stylist at your disposal when we return to the palace. Actually, two stylists: one for Western clothes and another specialist in traditional attire from my country. You should wear them here in Sintarah or at official ceremonies in other Emirates.”
“Bossy. Deciding everything without asking me.”
“You’ve always known that, Madeline. Are you going to fight everything I do for you?”
“No. I like that you’re cocky. As long as you know that, stylist or no stylist, I will have the final say on what clothes I’ll wear.
I spent my whole life following what my parents said, but now I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions.
As for your controlling tendencies, yes, I knew about them, but I was serious when I said our marriage won’t be a dictatorship. ”
I never thought that having a woman asserting herself would turn me on, but that’s exactly what happens. Seeing Madeline stand up for herself surprises me in a good way.
In the bedroom inside the tent, I put her on the ground.
“This is so beautiful, Kamal,” she says, spinning around. “It’s almost like an early honeymoon.”
“Come here, Madeline,” I command, unable to control my desire.
She looks beautiful, smiling.
My blood burns with desire, and I can’t understand how she does that. I’ve been with much more experienced women, masters of seduction, who were never able to get me to respond the same way Madeline does by just breathing.
She awakens a wild, primal desire in me, but also a wish to protect her.
This time, when I kiss her, it’s not a demand—it’s an invitation. I want her to seduce me as much as I intend to seduce her.
I guide her small hands to my face, making her feel my stubble. It’s like having silk touching me.
As our kiss deepens, Madeline melts, her knees weaken, and I carry her to the bed.
She kneels, and without me asking, she takes off her dress.
She’s not wearing a bra, and my breath catches when she unties the strings on either side of her panties, exposing her pussy with just a shadow of a small triangle of trimmed blonde hair.
How is it possible that only a few hours have passed since the last time I was inside her and yet my body still craves her fiercely?
I take off the kandoora[19] and ghutrah[20]. I’m naked underneath, and my hard, heavy cock is eager, ready to lose itself in her velvety warmth.
I lie down and pull her on top of me. “Ride me, my fiancée. Mount your man.”
She supports herself on her knees, and without taking her eyes off of mine, she slides down my length.
She closes her eyes as my thick shaft deliciously fills her tight pussy, and the thought that I could die now, just from watching her lost in pleasure, hits me.
My hands roam her thighs, her waist, until they stroke the belly that carries my child.
She is writhing, whimpering.
The heat emanating from Madeline is almost feverish.
I want to pull her to me and kiss her mouth, but I also want to enjoy watching her.
When she takes me all the way in, I take control of our movements, holding her by the waist. “You’re my woman, Madeline.”
“Kamal . . .” she moans and grinds, delirious in her own lust.
Every inch of skin swallowing me as she moves up and down captivates me. I’m a slave to the desire I feel for her.
I start fucking her hard. There’s no hint of a gentleman left in me. I’m an animal claiming his female.
Gripping her by the shoulders, I make her quicken the movements, and the tight clasp of her sex leads me to heaven.
She bends forward, and I take one rosy peak in my mouth, biting and sucking on it.
Madeline scratches me, moaning, begging, and moving her hips with her warm pussy on my shaft. “I’m coming,” she warns me.
She leans back in an endless moan, and I wish I could immortalize this moment.
I suck on her breasts, knowing I won’t last, and thrust deep, seeking my own orgasm.
Lost in pleasure, I reach for her clit between our bodies, and when I feel her clenching, surrendering, coming hard, I allow myself to release inside my woman’s body.
Madeline lies down, her head on my chest. “I love you, Kamal. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with you, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I love you, and I want us together. A life and a family with you.”
I hold her tight in my arms and let those words sink into my blood, marking them inside me. “I’ll never let you go.”
“You don’t have that power, my Sheikh. I’m not in a prison. I’m giving myself to you willingly. I want it all.”