The celebrant calls my name, announcing the Mahr, which is a gift, usually in cash, that the groom offers the bride on the wedding day.
I nod in agreement because, no matter what it is, nothing will ever compare to being the owner of my Sheikh’s heart.
I vaguely notice at least three chests filled with gold and all kinds of jewels. He explained to me that there’s a special symbolism to gifting gold: the more significant the quantity, the greater the husband’s love for his wife. The three chests are enormous, and I smile, more in love than ever, at my now-husband’s not-so-subtle way of showing the world what I mean to him.
“You’re mine now,” he says when the ceremony ends.
“I’ve always been yours, my Sheikh. I fell in love with you so fast that I didn’t even realize it.”
Wedding Night
The plan was a night of seduction. A slow, romantic love, almost like the ones described in books.
However, there’s nothing slow between me and my Sheikh. Our love is untamed, desire impossible to hold back.
So, just two minutes after we stepped inside the Royal Suite, which had the floor covered in rose petals, specially prepared to celebrate the official beginning of our life together, I was already naked and Kamal kneeling in front of me, one of my thighs over his shoulders, making me scream in ecstasy.
“I’ll make it up during our honeymoon,” he promises as he takes me again, standing against the side of the shower cubicle.
My legs are wrapped around his waist, holding him inside me, and I know I’m about to climax because the pleasure I feel is almost unbearable.
“Let go,” he orders, knowing my body, every change in my face and every sigh I make.
I contract around him, and his groan drives me wild. I convulse, squeezing his hard flesh even tighter.
“You’re on fire, love.”
“Every cell in my body burns for you, husband.”
Holding my ass, he makes me ride him, and the position forces me to take him deeply.
Seconds later, I climax, moaning his name.
“Delicious.”
I throw my head back, compliant, allowing him to do whatever he wants.
“You’re so sexy, Madeline. Delicious. Mine.”
He keeps whispering dirty thoughts to me, mixed with declarations of love, and then I feel him swell even more inside me.
“I’ll fill you up so much,alby[25]. I want to feel my sperm dripping from your pussy.”
“Kamal . . .”
With a growl from deep in his throat, he tightens his arm around me, fulfilling his promise.
Epilogue 1
Birth of Ahsan, the Crown Prince
“Congratulations, Your Excellency. If you’ll allow me to say, it’s a beautiful baby boy,” the obstetrician says, but I barely pay attention to his words, completely captivated by the sight of my husband holding our son in his arms, gently stroking our little boy’s very hairy head.
I don’t even realize I’m crying until he looks at me and comes close, wiping away a tear.
The doctor leaves us alone.
“Don’t cry, my princess.”
