She walked the path illuminated by high hanging, rustic, old world-looking lanterns that simply shimmered with a kaleidoscope of light and dancing rainbows on the path ahead. The polls the lanterns hung from were just as magnificent. Intricately carved with words probably spoken millennia ago, but still remembered today by the ones who put the values of their culture and their ancestors above all else.
The tent at the end of the path was equally incredible, it looked as if it was stolen from an ancient fairy-tale. The entrance cover was tied to the side, revealing only the peak of the paradise hiding inside.
She walked ahead, slightly dazed from all the emotion surging through her, very aware of the man standing behind her and yet barely conscious of her reaction to this creation he conjured before her.
He promised her an adventure only hours before, and now here she stood, outside an entrance to Scheherazade's world, a world she only knew from stories and dreams of the little innocent girl she used to be. A girl full of wonder, a girl who knew no pain and sorrow, a girl she barely recognized in herself when she looked in a mirror. A girl that started resurfacing when she stepped from a plane and to the desert floor and gazed upon the vastness surrounding her.
A door into his world was opened, but she was too afraid and insecure to step through it, to even wonder what it may represent. That is, until now.
She was ready to step through, to imagine what her future may hold. She felt her whole body tingling with delayed anticipation, everything she refused to feel, everything she was afraid to feel was surging through her body, her heart, her soul and her mind was only now catching up. Oh, but it was glorious indeed. Taking a deep breath she stepped into paradise and a fairy-tale of his making.
The floor was covered in soft and lush carpet, so inviting she took off her high heels just to feel it beneath her bare feet. The walls were even more breathtaking, tapestries of incredible design and color hung from everywhere she could see.
They told a story of lovers and the past and the secrets of the desert long forgotten to the world, now still remembered only by a few, those, whose legacy was to protect and guard what others took for granted.
A table stood in the far corner, two chairs beside it. On the table were silver plates filled with exotic-looking fruit, cheeses, meat, bread, and small cakes that were the work of art. Champagne was cooling in a bucket full of ice that surprisingly didn't look melted at all, she stepped closer and saw a mini fridge behind the table, she paused at that modern convenience intruding at the surroundings of the world of the past and wondered. Where did they plug that thing? They were in the middle of the desert, with no electricity… so how?
She stopped thinking and simply enjoyed the illusion he created, the fairy-tale every little girl dreamed about when she read her first book of princes and wonderful heroes and the magic that filled the world of imagination. So she let it fill her and seduce her, she breathed in the scents of vanilla and something else, more, something that teased her mind in recognition, something exotic and yet serene.
He stepped closer, behind her, his hands on her shoulders caressing her lightly, gently, brushing his cheek against the soft silken curls of her hair.
She felt heat surge through her body, tingles that started at the contact of his fingers and expanded through the rest of her skin like tiny electrodes traveling at light speed and combusting with desire of unprecedented levels.
She saw twinkling lights in front of her eyes and realized with his light whisper, "Breathe," that she felt a tightness in her chest caused by the lack of oxygen. With the gulp of air in her lungs she took in the scent that eluded her before and it became like a tease on her senses. Blushing she turned her head slightly and breathed him in, realizing that the incredibly alluring and intoxicating scent, already somehow so familiar to her it was slightly concerning, was him.
She thought it was the tent she stepped in, but he was standing so close behind her it was him she was breathing in, him that calmed her, excited her and him that completely bewitched her.
"Come," he said, and she shivered at his whispered breath. His hand at the small of her back, a lover's caress, a simple touch, more seductive, more hypnotic than any outright provocative gesture he could have made. He made her aware of his every move, every step with a single brush of his robes against her light dress and bare skin when he stroked his fingertips alongside her arm, making her tremble and shiver from the lightest and gentlest touch he could bestow.
Barely there and yet she felt it, him, inside her core. Where her deepest desires lay, where there was no fear to overwhelm her, where she felt safe and secure, and empowered in being a woman, a sensual being, bold enough to let her desires be known, brave enough to embrace the woman she knew she could be.
To be free to experience and discover the delights of the flesh, to learn and explore every inch of his body and let him, in turn, explore hers. It was a place buried deep inside her, where she let her imagination reign, her fantasies run free without a possibility of being ridiculed, of being accused she was too childish and immature, of being told what to think and do, told that she couldn't possibly understand the world around her.
That all her worth was merely in her beauty. But here, right now, with him, she could allow that part of herself to rise to the surface, even if just barely glimpsing the edge, it was more than she ever did before.
She realized she trusted him, despite all of their differences and disagreements she had faith in him. She wasn't certain when it started to happen, but she relied on him, confided in him, on occasion, and slowly he gained her trust, admiration for all that he did for his people, all he sacrificed for the prosperity of his country.
He often said he had no heart or soul, that he truly was what they called him; The Ice Prince of the Desert. But that, she now realized, was a small part of him, a part he developed to protect himself from being hurt, to create distance, sometimes so big, so insurmountable even he started to believe the mountain made of ice, surrounding his heart has frozen him in place.
Stone cold. That's what he said. That's what they said.
And yet, if his heart was truly made of ice, there would be no compassion, no heated exchanges, no heartfelt seductions. If he was truly dead inside, he would not feel, he would not hurt, and he would not strive to accomplish everything he managed to do in his young life.
He was amazing, awe inspiring, and so damn sexy and hot she was trembling with the mere thought of his naked, chiseled body and what he could do to her when she lay underneath him.
He was skilled, no denying it. Even in her inexperience he managed to bring out the naughty vixen, the willing participant in every sinful and oh so delightful carnal acts of sexual heat, of uninhibited seduction, all the playful demonstrations of his superiority, his knowledgeable accounts of sensual proficiency and lack of propriety.
And she loved every second of it.
He was patient and caring, and very insightful. He knew exactly how to make her respond, how to coax her out of her shyness, of the shell she cloaked herself in. He understood, when to slow down, when to overwhelm her senses, to not let the fear control her.
He made her desperate, to touch, to be touched, to make him as out of control as she was. Whenever he was near and all there was between them were bare flesh and a sheen of sweat glistening upon their skin, an undeniable proof of their passion and surrender to their baser emotions, urges they could not and would not control or give up.
Here they were not ruled by propriety, by people's outrage and judgment of their union, here, it was just them and in this tent their imagination could run free, here only their passion would reign. They could leave their sense of duty behind and just feel.
He guided her further inside the tent, towards the table and the collection of delicious looking food atop it.
"Sit, and enjoy, habibi. Let your worries fade away for tonight. Here it is just us, and my guards will make certain no one will disturb our time alone."
He held a chair for her to sit down and when she did he prepared her plate, selecting a bit of everything, different slices of meat and cheese, some bread, dates, grapes, avocado dip, strawberries and melon, plus a bit of honey that was home maid and she knew, very delicious. Desert would probably have to wait a bit.
He poured them each a glass of champagne and offered her hers in a toast. "To the stars and the moon and the way they reveal your beauty, habibi. May they shine upon us tonight, guard us in their light and let us forget all but us, here, in this tent."
They touched their glasses in salute and drank the delicious bubbly champagne, forgetting the outside world and embracing the fantasy created within this cocoon of his making.
She gazed around to the walls of hanging tapestries and the sensual mirages they presented, lovers embracing in the heat of passion, the carnal acts that followed. Strong, undefeatable warriors staring back at her with their piercing dark eyes, victorious from a battle won centuries ago, they returned in to the waiting arms of their faithful lovers, sating their restless minds and bodies, soothing them in their time of need, after the carnage they witnessed, offering their hearts and bodies freely. Satisfying their lustful desires in the most basic, primal and natural ways.
She felt herself blush just watching the images and what they represented, she shivered in anticipation, knowing that she herself will soon be enjoying and participating in a similar pleasurable pursuit as the warriors and their ladies depicted on the tapestries.
Nadím was watching every move she made, every touch of her eyes on a particular image, every unconscious reaction; a gentle blush creeping up her chest and neck to envelope her cheeks in a lovely shade of crimson, and the molten lava of her emerald eyes, burning passionately with each passing moment, stroking and igniting the inferno emerging in her body. She looked at him, suddenly, and now it was him who gasped at the sight of her, at the open invitation shining from her mesmerizing eyes.
In the old days they would have called her a witch, because that is what she did to him, she bewitched him with a single look from the emerald depths of her passion filled eyes. Igniting a fire within him that he barely kept in control, leashed as it was, waiting close to the surface to be let free and consume both of them in a carnal inferno that would not abate for hours to come, lasting and barely diminishing with the rays of light peeking through the cracks of the heavy canopy of the magnificent tent.
He stood and extended his hand, "Come, habibi." She put her hand in his and he led her to the bed made of soft furs, blankets and soft, fluffy pillows, candles illuminated the tent, casting a sensual light of flickering shades on their surroundings.
His arms embraced her, full of heat and inconceivable passion, he was trembling with unleashed desire, and yet he was remarkably gentle, his touch barely a whisper on her skin, marking her irrevocably, branding her as his and by the fire burning in his molten dark chocolate eyes he belonged to her just as much.
He kissed her neck, brushing gentle and soft wet kisses under her ear, exciting her with quick little licks of his tongue. He sucked her earlobe in his mouth, holding it trapped with his teeth and then he licked the stung away, causing delicious ripples of desire to emerge through her entire body, making her shiver and gasp for breath.
All that sizzling power of his sensual assault converging in one tiny spot, tightening, pulsing, enlarging and begging to explode. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, seeking relief, but he only enticed her further, kissing her pulsing vein, sucking it with his lips, his tongue darting out and tasting her skin.
He groaned in appreciation and breathed her in, pausing to look at her. He slowly skimmed his fingers underneath her collar, brushing the top of her breasts, making her moan and arch up for more, but he backed away, turning her around and started unsnapping the tiny buttons, one by one.
Lightly touching her skin with just the tip of his fingers and then gliding the back of his hand down her back, slowly, to the top of her ass, where he paused, and she stopped breathing. He put his whole palm against her skin and started back up, caressing, gliding, brushing along her spine, feeling every vertebrae and slowly massaging his way back to her neck.
He leaned close and bestowed a soft kiss on her jaw just beneath her ear, making her breath hitch and her heart skip a beat. She was on fire, yearning, craving, on the verge of begging for just one more touch.
His hands went to her shoulders, underneath the sleeves of her dress, slowly guiding them down her arms, stopping when the dress clung on her naked breasts, he tugged it gently and it fell, pulling at her feet. He turned her around and stepped back so he could admire her entire body.
She was completely naked except for her lacy lavender panties that were almost sheer and clearly displayed her completely bare aroused body, with a tiny patch of a wet mark at the apex of her heat.
He could smell her arousal, the musky and flowery scent, the four royal roses of her body lotion, but that tiny little stain on her panties, that was what made his hands clench in fists to prevent himself from reaching forward and jerking her to him with all the strength he was capable of.
He growled in frustration of his denial and he barely restrained himself from doing just that by the sheer will of his mind and his need to cherish, not frighten.
He removed his robes and pants, barely managing to stop before he tore them apart. She watched him with such unrestrained hunger and need in her eyes, but when she licked her lips in anticipation and desire he made his move and took her in his arms, kissing her with all the pent up passion and aggression he had stored inside.
She put her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers in his hair and tugging him even closer. Their tongues mashed together, teeth clanked in their need and hurry.
He lifted her in his arms, her legs going around his back, clenching tight across his ass, holding him to her, thrusting her pelvis against his groin, catching his ever growing hardness between her thighs and pushing her throbbing clit hard towards him.
He carried her a few short steps, and gently lowered her on top of the pillows. He kneeled before her and his hands brushed the inside of her thighs, he touched the little scrap of lace that were her panties and found her clit hiding beneath. He brushed it lightly, circling his fingers around and down her vaginal lips, pushing the panties slightly inside with the pressure of his finger, just enough for her to crave more, to become more frustrated in her need for just a tiny bit of release.
He lowered his head closer to the juncture of her thighs, his nose touching the top of her panties; he breathed her in, her scent enveloping his senses, his wild need pulsing to the surface in even stronger intervals. He kissed her gently atop of her panty line and reached beneath to remove them, slowly rolling them down her legs, she lifted her hips to help him and he groaned in appreciation.
He tossed them aside and once more dove between her thighs. He spread her open for his view and gently traced her outer lips and then her inner, circling around that little nub of delicious nerves, gathering in their need to burst in a scorching flame of ecstasy.
She lifted her hips in her need to get closer and he was of a mind to oblige. He licked her slit all the way from her puckered little hole to the top of her clit where he sucked it in his mouth, making her scream and buck her hips uncontrollably. He held her steady and didn't relent, he kept licking and sucking, adding two fingers in her tight channel, pistoning them in and out, rubbing at that sensitive spongy spot inside her, making her writhe in mindless euphoria. She screamed over and over until she was hoarse and boneless, lying beneath him and unaware of her surroundings.
He on the other hand simply smiled with satisfaction like a conqueror after a victorious battle. He lifted his body over hers, his hands on either side of her torso, leaning on his elbows he peered down at her, looking into her glazed eyes. He leaned in and kissed her gently, softly, letting her taste her creamy juices off his lips.
"You taste delicious, Ya Amar." He licked his lips. "Like the sweetest honey." He stared into her emerald depths and sighed. "So beautiful. The moon in all her glory cannot compare."
He entered her slowly, gently, so carefully, all the while looking into her eyes. She gasped at the welcome invasion, at his hard unyielding strength, thrusting inside her, she opened her thighs further to better accommodate the width of his hips in the cradle of hers.
Her hands trailed invisible patterns across his back, gently caressing his strong broad shoulders, weaving her fingers in the short strands of his hair, tugging the ends in delight. With every moan he invoked she pulled harder, making him groan in response.
He moved with deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her heat until only the broad mushroom head of his shaft remained at her opening, the rest of his long and wide member glistening with the proof of her earlier release and her continuing pleasure.
She shuddered with his inward stroke, the head of his cock trailing against that most pleasurable spot inside her all the way to the entrance of her womb. He pumped harder and harder, gaining in speed and strength with each thrust. Finally losing that ironclad control he kept so tightly bound around himself. The pleasure of her moist silken sheath and the warmth of her inner embrace proving to be too much for him and he surrendered to his body's need, to the cravings of his soul to bind himself to this woman in every way possible.
His mind resisted but his heart and body no longer cared. Every nerve filled with ecstasy, every cell fuelled by desire, he surged forward, burying his iron shaft inside the tightest, sweetest silk, moist and warm and welcoming in her need as well.
Beyond reason now, he powered through, hearing her lustful cries in the back of his mind, her encouragements and sighs, her sweet juices flowed freely, mashing in the crevices of their bodies. He felt the sting of her sharp nails digging in his shoulders, but he didn't care, it only engorged him further, making her moan louder and cry out. "Oh, so deep… You're so deep… Don't stop… Oh God, don't ever stop… So good… Nadím, oh, it's, aaahh…" She moaned and trashed underneath him, clinging to his body glistening with sweat, holding him closer still.
He reached between their bodies and stroked the fires of desire, the tense little bud of nerves, so enlarged and poking out of its protective hood, seeking for the pleasure it knew would thrust it into ecstasy beyond compare.
He stroked and he pinched, feeling her shudder, her muscles tremble, squeezing him tight inside, making any movement in her warm body almost impossible, but he powered through and she surrendered.
In a breathless cry, motionless for a moment, looking into his dark chocolate eyes until her head fell backward, she shut her eyes tight and moaned in ecstasy, uncontrollable euphoria, her entire body spasming, her nails digging in, drawing blood and her moist silken heat flooding with her earthshattering release.
It was too much to bear and so, with a final thrust he let go and felt his own climax surging through his body, starting with the tingling in his feet, his groin tightening, his heavy sack drawing near his shaft preparing his seed. His already sensitive cock enlarged further, expanded and then finally in a mind-blowing eruption exploded, releasing a copious amount of his semen into her inner depths, making her shudder anew, prolonging her climax and empowering his own.
He held her close, their bodies shuddering in the aftermath of an overwhelming experience. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek and then finally her mouth. Their kiss was soft, unhurried, slumbering even in the boneless state they were in. He withdrew from her body, groaning as she involuntarily tightened around his slowly softening member.
He laid beside her, gathering her in his arms, draping her over him and holding her close. While their combined release trailed out of her sex and onto their thighs, they slowly drifted into an exhausted dreamless sleep.
He turned to her several times during the night and with the morning light banishing the moon and the stars, preparing for the sunrise and the beginning of a new day, he bestowed one final kiss of the night, gathered her in his arms and closed his eyes.