7. Chapter 7 Part of the Plan
GAbrIEL
My little jewel’s claim is more question than statement.
And that uncertainty is not acceptable.
I lift my head so I can look into her tear drenched gaze. "Do not doubt it. You cannot belong to me completely unless I also belong to you. I will settle for nothing less than everything."
It is a warning and a promise.
A sweet smile filled with emotion breaks over her precious features. "Good."
"Say it," I demand.
Her aquamarine eyes fill with confusion. "Say what?"
"You are mine."
"I’m yours," she says without a second’s hesitation.
"Now and forever."
Her lips part on a gasp. "What? But we barely—"
I press my lips to hers, swallowing words I do not want to hear. She will accept our entwined future. It is our fate, written in the stars before our souls inhabited our bodies.
Just as I was born to be a prince of my house and a sheikh to rule my people, she was born to be my wife and the mother of my children. If she but knew it, it is Juliana’s duty as much as it is my own to make the way for my mother to get the medical treatments she needs from our people.
In privacy and safety we cannot guarantee anywhere else but Zahriya.
My little jewel was born to take her place among my family, just as I was.
She was born to be mine.
Juliana responds to my kiss with the full generosity of her passion, her protests forgotten. Her hips try to shift under me, but I press her into the bed, not allowing it. She needs time to adjust to me being inside her, even if she doesn't realize it.
Sensual pain can morph into unpleasant discomfort too easily and that I will never allow.
"Move, Gabriel. I want you to move," she demands, but her hands stay clamped to my shoulders like I ordered.
So good and so perfect for me.
I kiss her neck, sucking up yet another love bite. When she looks in the mirror tomorrow she will see the marks of my possession and remember who she belongs to. Her tight channel milks my cock as she grows increasingly slick with her arousal.
Only then, when her short nails are digging into my shoulders and her demands have turned to pleas, do I begin to move my hips, making my woman fully mine with long, slow strokes.
I want to rut her like a beast, but that is not what she needs. Not yet. Not when she has given me the gift of her untried body for the first time.
She’s so small compared to me, and so tight, getting inside her will always take extra effort that I am pleased to give. Her vaginal walls cling to my cock as I withdraw and suck me in when I press forward.
It is unlike anything I have experienced before.
As a prince of a royal house, it was drummed into me never to have sex without a condom until marriage.
Juliana and I are not married yet, but she is mine and it is only fitting that we both experience something new as we join our bodies for the first time.
Pleasure boils in my balls all too quickly and I break our kiss to kneel and grab her hips to tilt her upward so I give her G-spot extra stimulation with every thrust forward.
Some women can climax from that alone. Let us see if my little jewel is one of them.
She gasps. "Oh! Gabriel!"
Enthralled by the look of ecstasy on her face, I increase the power of my thrusts. "Do you like that?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Tipped by dark red nipples, still peaked from my attentions, her gorgeous breasts shake enticingly with each jolt to her body from mine.
One day, I will fuck those delectable globes until I come all over them and her throat.
Tonight, my cum will soak her insides, marking her as mine and perhaps planting my baby in her womb. A bond between us my sweet jewel would never think to deny.
Juliana’s cries grow more and more frantic. "Please! Gabriel! I need…" She shakes her head side to side. "More. No. Stop. It’s too much. More, oh please, more! Ungh!"
I would smile at how out of control she is if I were not fighting so hard for my own.
Giving into both our urgency, I slide one hand between us and press my thumb against her pleasure pearl. "Come for me, jawharat qalbi. I will have your pleasure now."
Jewel of my heart.
It is fitting.
In this moment, our souls are entwined.
Sweat glistens on her upper chest and temples, her aquamarine eyes nearly indigo with passion, but she shakes her head.
"I can't! I don't know why, but I can't." She's nearly sobbing in her frustrated need.
"You can." I pinch her clitoris, tug and then release. "You will."
She mewls.
On my next thrust forward, I flick it.
Her sweet pussy contracting around me like a vise, she screams out her pleasure. "Gabriel!"
I come with a primal roar, blasting her cervix with my semen.
Now, she is mine.
My right arm under her head and my left hand pressed against her stomach, I wake the next morning, my body wrapped tightly around Juliana. Nestled against her ample backside, my cock is hard as a spike.
Like it has been for most of the night.
Knowing I could not take her again so soon, there was no remedy for my rampant lust for her beautiful body and I slept little. However, I found unexpected pleasure and a sense of wellbeing in holding her and listening to her soft breathing as she slept soundly.
Nevertheless, it is a good thing I leave for Zahriya today. I am not sure I could stop myself from returning to her bed tonight and taking her over and over until our lust is sated.
If indeed that is possible.
Calculated to trigger a deeper emotional response in her to our first time together, I purposefully took our relationship to the next level the night before my departure.
She will miss me. I will continue to woo her with my attention long distance, but by the time I return next month, she will be ready to say yes to my marriage proposal rather than be separated again.
Some might call my plans Machiavellian. I call them both necessary and expedient.
There is no way to predict when my mother's SLE will flare again, but it is imperative we have the Caldwell's CRV-7 treatment protocols in place in our clinic and our royal doctors trained to administer them before it happens.
Two of our top specialists and their medical teams are training on the treatment protocols now, but Caldwell is adamant he will not sign a temporary licensing agreement until the engagement is official.
The permanent grant of patent use and contract for unfettered future access to the CRV-7 medical technologies won't be signed until after the wedding takes place.
"Mmm." Juliana stirs.
I know the moment she reaches full wakefulness because her body goes rigid. "Gabriel?"
"Who else?" I ask, teasing.
The only woman I have ever teased is my younger sister, Delphine.
My little jewel turns onto her back, trying to see my face in the still darkened room. It is past sunrise, but the curtains on her bedroom window are excellent at blocking the natural light.
I lean past her and turn on the bedside lamp.
She blinks owlishly at me, her long hair a messy halo around her head. "Good morning."
"It is indeed a good morning. Waking with you in my arms is a delight."
The sweet blush I have already grown addicted to pinkens her soft cheeks. "I've never woken up with a man before."
"That is to be expected."
"Because I was a virgin." Her mouth twists wryly. "I suppose. I bet you've woken up with loads of women."
"No. I have not stayed the night with my past lovers." It would have set an expectation of intimacy that I had no intention of fulfilling.
Until Franklin Caldwell demanded someone from my family marry his daughter in exchange for the right to provide the medical treatment for my mother in our own country, I had looked at no woman as a possible future bride.
But Juliana is mine.
Sharing her bed for sleep is a natural intimacy between us.
"Have there been many?" she asks, still blushing, but her eyes the color of the Azraq Sea are free of any hesitation at asking such a question.
"Does it matter? They are in the past."
"No, I suppose it doesn't. You really never slept with any of them? Sleep slept, I mean."
"No."
"I guess that makes me special?"
"You need to ask? You are unique in my life. I have never had sex without a condom with another woman either."
Juliana sits straight up and clambers from the bed, dragging the sheet with her. "You didn't use a condom?!"
"No."
"But…" She looks around the room frantically, like the answer to her tumultuous thoughts are hiding in one of the dark corners. "Why didn't you?"
"I did not think of it." Not until I was marveling at the amazing sensation of my naked sex enclosed in her silky channel.
"But you're the one with experience!" She points one finger at me in accusation.
"Are you saying you believe birth control is my responsibility?" I ask, curious.
She's a twenty-four-year-old woman. Innocent of the sexual delights her body held for her before last night, but not ignorant.
"No, of course not. I'm an adult woman. Using a condom was as much my responsibility as yours." She jerks the sheet more firmly around her with clear disgruntlement.
"Did you want me to use a condom last night?"
"I didn't think of it, but of course I wanted you to use one."
"If you didn't think of it how then could you have desired it?"
"I'm not on birth control." She bites her bottom lip and looks at me tragedy written all over her lovely face. "I could be pregnant."
"If you are, I will rejoice."
"No. You can't mean that."
"But of course I do. I cannot imagine a better mother for my children than a woman as sweet natured and patient as you show yourself to be working with the children and horses at the ranch."
She shakes her head. "No. That's not…princes don't want to have babies with horse trainers."
"You are far more than a horse trainer. You are an equine specialist in mental health and learning as well." It is still incomprehensible to me that her father dismisses her job as that of an assistant.
"I'm not a princess."
"What you are is mine, Juliana. But if the thought of carrying my child is such an anathema to you, I can send Bala'al to procure the morning after pill for you."
Juliana's face screws up in instant repudiation at the offer. "No thank you. I'm perfectly capable of making my own trip to the pharmacy. We are not announcing to your whole security team that we had unprotected sex last night."
"There was no need for protection. You were a virgin and I have an entirely clean bill of health."
"That's not what I was talking about, though now that you mention it, I can't believe I didn't even think to ask when your last test for STDs was."
"As I mentioned, I do not indulge in sex without condoms with other women, but in answer to your question, I had a full physical less than a month ago." In preparation to physical intimacy with my intended.
I will never risk Juliana's health.
"And you haven't had sex since?" she asks skeptically.
"Not until last night." Not since her father showed me her picture in his office.
"Oh. Well, that's something, I guess."
"Are you going to take the morning after pill?"
"I should. That's the responsible thing to do."
"But is it what you want to do, juwayhira?"
"What do you want me to do?" she asks, rather than answer.
"It would be my preference that you did not. If you are pregnant with my baby, that will be a cause for rejoicing."
"Even if we aren't married?"
"That can be rectified." I plant the seed for the final destination of this courtship.
She stumbles backward, running into the curtain covered window. "You don't mean that."
"I do not say things I do not mean." I rise from the bed. "It is not a habit a prince, much less a sheikh, can afford."
"But you…I…" Her voice trails off as her attention is caught completely by the proof of my desire for her.
She licks her lips.
I groan. "Be careful, juwayhira, I have spent the night craving the feel of your tight pussy around my cock."
"You have very earthy language for a prince."
"Only here. With you."
"You mean you don't mention other women's um…vaginas to them?"
"No, I do not mention their pussies to them. Only yours."
"Why only mine?"
"Because you belong to me as no other woman ever has. Because yours is mine to treasure. They were never anything but a temporary diversion."
"Is that why you forgot the condom?"
"I forgot the condom initially because I could think of nothing but your delectable body. I forewent it once I realized my cock was inside your pussy with no barrier because you are mine." Because she must be mine.
"Okay." She hitches the sheet higher. "Um, it really turns me on when you talk like that, but I'm sore." She grimaces. "I don't think I can do it again so soon."
My dick throbs with need at her acknowledgment. "I know you should not. I am large. You are small and tight."
So beautifully tight.
"Maybe I should take a shower," she says reluctantly.
"Yes. I will order breakfast while you do so."
"Your security staff already knows you spent the night, don't they?" she asks with resignation.
"They do."
"I still don't want you sending Bala'al to the pharmacy on my behalf."
"As you wish." Will she make a trip to the pharmacy after I am gone?
It is not what I want, but I have told her that. Whatever choice she makes is hers to act on, but will not change our ultimate future.
She will love me and she will marry me.
I tell her about my return to Zahriya over breakfast.
She drops her fork with a bite of omelet on it onto her plate. "You're leaving? After last night?"
"I will be back in Santa Fe next month, but I am needed in Zahriya for meetings with a UAE mining consortium." I pause and give her a significant look. "And your pussy needs time to recover."
She blushes. "A couple of days maybe, not a whole month."
Her protestations are a pleasant symphony to my ears. "You could join me in Dar al-Hayat."
Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. "I've never been out of the country."
"But you have your passport."
"I do, but I don't know how you knew that."
"Then you can come to me."
"I don't know."
She wants to come to my homeland. It is in her eyes, but I do not believe my shy little jewel will make her first foray into international travel alone. And she cannot come with me today.
I would end up claiming her body all over again on the plane.
Besides, she cannot miss me if I am not gone. She cannot feel the sting of emotional connection denied if I am at her side.
I force myself to hold back the invitation that feels like fire burning my tongue with the need to be uttered.