Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I groaned seeing the tent in my pants and forced myself to think about anything else but Nasrin. How stunning she looked, how sweet her smile was, or the softness of her skin and the way her hair—
No, no, no, Zain.
Taking a deep breath, I eyed the closed door of the bathroom and averted my attention to the bed covered in rose petals and the gossamer golden fabric. She didn’t mention it or pay it any heed.
Should I remove it? Maybe I should. It’s not like she wanted to do anything else but sleep on our wedding day. She had clarified that I shouldn’t even hold her hand without her permission.
I didn’t mind. I had many other things to think about and work on as a sultan and being distant from her, at least physically, shouldn’t hinder our marriage arrangements.
That day in the bath was just the two of us accepting each other’s conditions. In a friendly way. That’s all.
I lied to myself and tried to ignore how gorgeous Nasrin looked in nothing but a heavy beige robe wrapped around her body and her wet hair after her bath. I marched past her into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I definitely did not imagine how wonderful she would look spread out underneath me on our bed, her long dark hair fawning over the pillows and her hands clutching the sheets when I thrust—
Fucking hell, Zain. I needed to get a grip on myself.
Not the literal grip.
Pretending that I had not touched myself and climaxed with filthy thoughts of her was harder than I thought. With no pun intended. She kept glancing at me when she brushed her hair, sitting on the plush stool in front of the vanity while I yanked off the bedsheet with petals on them.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I finally asked when she stood up, dressed in a golden nightgown that cinched over her waist and flared over her hips. I had held those hips, watched them ride over my hand—
“Why did you remove the petals?”
“You certainly don’t mean that you want to sleep on them.” I raised my eyebrow at her little frown. “What is it you are really thinking about, Nasrin?”
She sat down on the bed, her eyes looking anywhere but at me. “I was just thinking…”
“I am terrified.”
Her brown eyes narrowed at me while I tried to hide my smile and chuckled when she threw a pillow at my face. “Is that how you treat your wife, Sultan?” She mocked me in a playful tone.
Sitting down on the other side of the bed, with a lot of space between us, I asked, “Then how should I treat my wife, Sultana?”
I didn’t mean to suggest seducing her, but the way her eyes lit up, I knew she understood.
“You should… you should have…” Nasrin’s words stuttered, echoing in the room.
I leaned on my hands, my eyes pinned on hers. I whispered, “I should have what, my wife?”
She swallowed, my eyes fleeting to the bob of her throat on her slender neck. I resisted the urge to lean closer and lick the soft skin. “You should have tried to kiss me. We are married and…”
My eyes widened hearing her words. “Kiss you? You asked—no, you ordered me not to touch you.”
Her frown deepened. “Well, you could have asked me if you wanted to… or not. It doesn’t matter. I am exhausted.”
I was confused by her behavior. She wanted me to kiss her? But she was exhausted and sleepy—
“Do you seriously think that these pillows will stop me from touching you?” I deadpanned at the trail of the pillows in the center of the bed.
Nasrin rolled her eyes. “No, Sultan. These pillows are for both of us. Do not cross them or I will…”
I smirked, “You will?”
“I will challenge you to a duel.”
“You know how to wield a sword?”
“You learn a thing or two when you have three brothers.”
I suppose that was true. Even Zara knew the basics of fighting, which we taught her for her own protection.
She slid under the blankets. The pillows separating us. I followed along, staring at the center of the golden fabric, and asked, “What else do you enjoy?”
“I enjoy horse riding and cooking. I make the world’s best kunafah,” she said proudly, her eyes bright when she smiled at me. She had told me it was her favorite sweet.
“Will you cook kunafah for me?”
“Only if you behave.”
I flicked her forehead. “You are being mean. Depraving the Sultan of Azmia from the world’s best kunafah.”
She touched her forehead and scoffed, “You will not die if you don’t have my kunafah, Zain.”
I whispered to myself, “I might as well.”
Before I could ask her more about her interests, I noticed she had fallen asleep. Her face so serene and calm as she slept peacefully beside me. I played with the ends of her long hair and remembered to take her horse riding the next evening.
And maybe resolve her complaint of not kissing her.
* * *
I sighed and grabbed the soft skin tighter, my hands trailing over the warm body, pulling it closer. I smiled to myself, burying my nose in the sweet scent of jasmine.
Wait… jasmine? Warm body? Soft skin?
My eyes opened and landed on the person sleeping beside me. Nasrin. My cheeks heated when the warm sunlight fell on her sleeping body, caressing her bare, glowing, tanned skin.
My hands were wrapped around her, her body pressed against my front. She seemed so peaceful sleeping like that in my arms, her breathing even and her long lashes creating shadows on her cheeks. I tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, wishing I could kiss her cheek.
Not wanting to hear her complain about me touching her, I pulled back the pillows in array around the bed. Her hand sought me out, curling around my shoulder and pulling her closer as she hid her face on my chest.
She grumbled in her sleep, “Don’t move.”
I hid my smile and ran my hand through her hair. Even in her sleep, she was bossy. Leaning closer to her, I whispered, “Seducing me already, wife?”
Nasrin stirred, her eyes blinking open in confusion and watching me before she realized how she was holding onto me. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled back. “W-why were you touching me like that? What happened to the pillows… oh.”
She looked at the pillows around us and bit back her retort. I smiled lazily. Seeing her flustered was always an endearing sight.
“You were wrapped around me like a leech, Your Grace,” I mocked. “I should ask you for your intentions, but the way you were holding onto me… they seemed—”
“Stop,” she said and sat up on the bed, her long black hair shining in the sunlight streaming on the bed. “It was not like that. I was just snuggling with you.”
I pulled her closer by her arm, her pupils dilating when I pushed her back to my front. Pressing my body to hers, I whispered, “Like this, Nasrin?”
She nodded weakly. A gasp ricocheted in the room when I pushed my hips against hers, holding her waist and caressing the soft skin. Her hand was clutching the sheets when I slowly moved my hips back and forth, wanting her to know what she did to me.
“What are you doing, Sultan?” she gasped, her nails digging into my forearm when she felt my stiffened member pressing against her.
My warm breath caressed her neck when I kissed her skin. “Showing you what you did to me by snuggling with me.”
Nasrin gasped with a small moan. The sweet sound falling off her lips made me groan, my hips thrusting harder. My grip was so tight on her waist that I prayed I wouldn’t bruise her.
She twisted her body, her eyes bright in the morning sunlight. “I… I want to help you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Help me?”
Her chin dipped, her eyes flickering from my hips to my face. With a flush on her cheeks, she said, “I want to return the favor, Zain.”
I must have been too sleepy to stop her when she straddled me, her lips landing on the base of my throat. I sighed underneath her, closing my eyes to control myself from stripping her and entering inside her in one thrust.
Her lips lowered to my chest, her fingers scratching the hard planes of my stomach, my eyes lowering to the beautiful sight of her breasts swaying in the nightgown. Her hair tickled my skin when her kisses lowered to my hips.
I leaned up, cupping her cheek and bringing her lips to mine and kissing her. I wasn’t surprised by the way Nasrin pressed closer, kissing me deeper. I growled when she bit my bottom lip, licking it. I had to pull away and look at her. Her eyes were a darker shade of brown, almost onyx, as her hand lowered inside my boxers, softly caressing my hardened veiny shaft while looking at me.
I took a deep breath in. The new sensation of her soft hand touching me felt incredible. “You know you don’t have to return any favors, Nasrin,” I said, my voice low and thick.
“I know,” she said, kissing me once more. “But I want to please you, Your Grace.”
She leaned down my spread legs, removing the boxers with her slender fingers. My cheeks flushed hearing the small gasp from her lips when she came face to face with my cock. I had precum glistening on the tip. Her eyes flickered to my face for a moment before lowering to my shaft.
I bit my lip, watching her fingers wrap around me with half-lidded eyes. Her other hand caressed my thigh as she stroked me, squeezing at the base in a way that made me groan. I had never felt such pleasure before. I had when I made her come, but not like that, the way a shiver curled down my body.
My muscles tightened when her lush mouth lowered to the tip, licking the precum with the tip of her pink tongue before sucking it in her mouth. I closed my eyes, clenching the sheets in my hand when Nasrin sucked me again, a throaty groan escaping my lips.
I parted my lids and watched her lower her lips on me, my cock sliding inside her warm and wet mouth, making me curse. Her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured me with her sinful mouth, my hips straining not to thrust inside her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“If you keep doing that,” I breathed. “I will cum inside your mouth, Nasrin.”
She pulled away, a string of saliva following her as she licked her lips. “Do as you please, Sultan,” she said in her husky voice, while smiling.
She fucking smiled.
I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my hand around her hair and tugging her towards me and kissing her pillowy lips. She moaned into my mouth when I deepened the kiss, letting her know how much her words aroused me.
“You wreck me, Nasrin,” I whispered, pulling away and glared at her. “Don’t say things like that unless you are asking to be fucked until you can’t walk properly for a week.”
Her cheeks reddened, her eyes darkening as she licked her lips. “What if I am asking just that?”
I shook my head at her in disbelief. “I won’t be gentle,” I warned when she lowered herself in front of me again, the bed dipping once again, the slit on her nightgown revealing the delicious dusky golden skin of her thighs.
“I don’t mind,” she said, her warm breath caressing my sensitive shaft. I clenched my jaw when she took me in her mouth once again, my fingers digging on her scalp as my climax grew closer and closer.
I held her hair, caressing her hollowed cheeks when I filled her. “Stop me if it hurts, Nasrin.”
Her eyes met mine as I thrust inside her welcoming mouth, watching them get wide. I stayed still, my breathing harsh. I slowly slid out and repeated my actions. Her fingers dug into my inner thigh, her legs squirming as the sounds of my low groans echoed in the room.
Nasrin moaned when I fucked her mouth, the reverberations tightening my balls as I peaked over my edge. I warned her before sliding my entire length inside her and groaned, releasing thick spurts of my seed inside her mouth.
I licked my lips, watching her neck bob as she swallowed, my heart thundering in my ears. She pulled back to lick at the veins of my shaft.
I sighed and fell back on the bed, muttering, “You truly wreck me.”
Nasrin straddled me, her face flushed and hair tousled. “Was that too much for the sultan of such a powerful country?” She teased with a grin, having no right to be so beautiful after doing… what she did moments ago.
I glided my hands over the soft skin of her thighs. “It was. I have never felt that way before. Thank you.”
She frowned. “You don’t have to thank me, Zain. Was it truly that good of a blow—?”
“Sultan!”
I made a sound of complaint, hearing the guard at our door knocking and calling me. I had to ignore the small whine Nasrin made when I pulled away from her, apologizing for the disturbance, and wore my dark robe from the armchair.
Making sure I looked decent, I unlocked the door and glared at the guard. “What was so important that you had to wake me—”
“It’s your siblings, Sultan. Prince Khalid asked for you and to tell you it’s urgent. Something about Princess Zara.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
“I will meet them in her room in a few minutes,” I said, and closed the door.
Nasrin was standing by the bed, a frown marring her gorgeous face, her nightgown in disarray. “Did something happen? Is Zara in any trouble?”
“When is she not in trouble, Nasrin,” I sighed and smiled at the thought of my little sister causing trouble wherever she goes. “She has been a tiny rebel ever since our father died. Going horse riding alone in a desert with no guards, painting with Khalid when she should be studying with her tutor, pranking Zayed, knowing full well that he is a sheikh.”
I shook my head and buttoned my shirt, “We have tried so hard to protect her, but she can’t stay long without causing some trouble.”
Nasrin walked towards me, straightening the collars of my shirt. I tried to keep my heart steady when she smiled at me. “Let her be, Zain. She is a teenager and she should have a little fun. She is kind, and I have seen her threaten a guard and he looked ready to piss his pants, so I am sure she can protect herself.”
“I know she can,” I said, thinking about the past. My cruel father. The night he died. “But that doesn’t mean we will ever stop worrying about her.”
I kissed her forehead. “I am not sure when I will be back. Get some rest and eat the cake. Don’t make any plans for this evening.”
“Why?”
I paused at the door and looking over my shoulder, I answered, “I am taking you out, wife.”
Her eyes sparkled. I didn’t know I was smiling when I entered the usual bubbly room of Zara, the gloomy atmosphere wiping the smile off of my face. She was sitting on her bed while Khalid was standing near the window, his posture stern.
What the hell happened here?