Viviana’s pulse sped faster. A myriad of conflicting emotions, which ranged from anger to flattery, engulfed her. “I wasn’t naked and masturbating most of the time.”
“The word ‘covet’ isn’t exclusive to lust, though sexual yearning was undeniably present.”
“What else?”
He seemed uncomfortable discussing whateverelseentailed, but she wanted to know the answer. “What else?” she asked again.
“I came to enjoy your sense of humor, your playfulness, your integrity and intellect.” His gaze searched her face. “I fell in love with all the different pieces that comprise who you are.”
Her round, turquoise eyes could only stare at him. This was a confession she hadn’t been expecting.
The longer the ensuing silence grew, the more Muhammad wanted to kick himself for admitting to such frivolous emotions. He had enough of a challenge ahead of him where Viviana was concerned without his bride thinking him weak. He glanced away from her and absently ran a hand across his stubbly jaw.
“I will take mymahrnow.”
He stilled. His eyes widened. Determined not to betray further emotion, Muhammad steeled his voice to remain steady and controlled. “Yourmahrcomes in two parts,” he said, opening one of the trolley’s drawers, “though I only have the first with me.” He picked up the piece of jewelry and shut it. “The part you receive before we consummate is, as I’m certain you’re aware, required to be of monetary value. So I…”
His voice trailed off as his gaze returned to Viviana. She had dropped the blanket and stood before him completely naked. “I…” He swallowed heavily. “I chose this necklace for you.”
Wallahshe was more desirable than a thousand women combined. Lightly tanned skin, hair the color of dark gold, eyes a unique shade of the grass and sea combined, puffy lips, naturally big tits, thick rosy nipples…
He blew out a breath. And that said nothing of her curvy, womanly figure that was fleshy in all the right places. Or of her sexy, freshly waxed pussy that carried the scent of peppermint and rosemary.
“I bought this because it matches your eyes,” Muhammad said thickly. He slowly stood up, not bothering to hide his painful erection. “And because I heard you say many times how beautiful you find these gems.”
Viviana’s gaze seemed to soften or perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part. Either way, she lifted her hair so he could clasp the jewelry around her neck. He took the strand of opals, emeralds, and diamonds and reverently did just that.
Without speaking a word, she turned around and walked toward their bed. His gaze grew heavy-lidded as he watched her plump ass jiggle with each step she took. Viviana climbed onto the bed, laid down on her back, and spread her legs wide open.
Muhammad’s possessive, aroused gaze drank in the sight before him. He undid the drawstring of the serwal pants he wore and let them fall to the ground as he stared at her tight, pink pussy and huge tits with erect nipples. Themahrnecklace she wore only added to her provocative appeal, the large emerald in the center resting between her breasts.
The bed sank a bit under his weight as he climbed onto it. He sat on his knees between her spread thighs and stared at all that belonged to him. He wanted to ask Viviana why she had relented, but feared she might change her mind if he broke the silence.
Muhammad slowly ran his battle-roughened hands all over her body. Starting at her navel, he worked his fingers upward, touching every silky inch of her skin. When he reached her breasts and his fingers began massaging her stiff nipples, both of their breathings hitched. She wouldn’t make eye contact yet, which was just as well, for he wanted to play with the body he finally owned for as long as he pleased.
He spent the next ten minutes rubbing, massaging, and kissing all over her. By the time his lips latched onto one of her erect nipples and drew it into the heat of his mouth, Viviana was whimpering. He could tell his bride didn’t want to be aroused, but her panting and soft moans gave away that she was.
Using his hands to hold her tits in place, Muhammad buried his face between them. He sucked on one nipple and then the other, his mouth hungrily going back and forth between them. He purred in the back of his throat as he shoved her tits together and swiped his tongue across both nipples in one long lick. She gasped, as aroused as he was, her hips instinctively raising up to welcome him inside.
Muhammad ignored her. His cock was so hard and his entire body so aroused he feared coming before he penetrated her, but he kept sucking on her sexy tits anyway. His heavy erection was pressed between them, wanting inside her cunt so badly that his balls ached. He ignored the pain and kept sucking her stiff nipples, wanting a verbal consent he knew Viviana didn’t want to give him.
Her breathing grew heavier, her moans and gasps louder. She thrashed a bit beneath him, whimpering as she thrust her pussy up. He ignored her again, even if it was torturing him to do so. He purred around her nipples, sucking them harder.
“Please,” she finally gasped.
He steeled himself, willing his need to orgasm away. Muhammad lifted his head, releasing her nipple with a pop. “Please what?” he murmured, his voice thick. He gazed into the sparkling eyes that refused to look at him. “Hmm? Please what?”
Her nostrils flared as her fiery gaze at last clashed with his. “Please fuck me,” she ground out.
He pretended to mull her request over. His hesitation was all she could take.
“Please!” Viviana practically cried. The anger in her eyes turned to aroused desperation. “Whatever you want me to say,” she panted out, “I’ll say it.”
Muhammad grabbed his cock by the root and pressed it against her tight, wet hole. She whimpered, wanting him inside. His jaw tightened. “Beg me by name,” he told her in a gravelly tone. “Beg your husband to fuck you.”
Viviana hesitated for a scant moment. Her breathing was heavy, her mouth apparently dry. She wet her lips before conceding. “Please, Muhammad,” she panted.
She reared her hips up, trying to impale herself, but couldn’t. He held firm.
