I thought about it for a second and realized she was entirely right. I grinned at her and blew her a kiss. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I do. I love you, too.” We both smiled and sipped and looked at the ocean surrounding our lofty perch.
The seamstresses pulled and tightened my gown until I could hardly breathe, but it looked so phenomenal, I decided I could forgo breathing for the foreseeable future—it was worth it. My creamy décolletage jiggled and bounced when I moved and the bodice of the dress sparkled like a sea of stars on a moonless night. The three thousand, hand sewn on, small diamonds ended up weighing a ton, but again, I was strong, I could easily endure through this ceremony. I couldn’t wait to see how I looked with all the floodlights on me and the flashes from cameras. I had a sense I was going to look like I was my very own sun.
My hair was up in an intricate bun with tendrils of spun gold flowing around my face. The diamond encrusted shoes didn’t show because the dress was so long, but they were magnificent, and I planned on wearing them throughout the evening when I changed into the mini-dress version of the gown. Yes, more diamonds.
Amir had presented me with earrings to match. Two carats each worth of gems and diamonds. They dangled to my jaw bone and looked like small moons all their own. They would no doubt spark and flash right along with my smile, which I could not stop from curling my lips. My cheeks were sore from so much smiling. There was no doubt in me, no runaway bride to be found. I was excited and anxious and really just wanted to get it done.
I wish I could remember everything that happened, but I can’t. The sight of Amir’s expression burned into my mind and the rest of the word went both dark and silent. It was just him—all him, and he freaking loved me like no one ever loved another. His love gave me wings and stole my breath all at the same time. His love made me so much more than a commoner, and I finally understood. His love made me immortal and divine and able to soar. It really was a fairy tale!
Amir’s nieces carried my train, and I don’t remember walking down the aisle. I think I might have floated. Eventually, I was before him in all his splendor. He’d opted for a traditional black tux—so he could match Amsi. Most of his Arab counterparts were in traditional flowing robes and headdresses, and I had a brief moment of wondering how much of a breech in protocol this was. But that moment passed as the holy man began reciting from the Koran. I understood most of it, not all though, and when something was unclear, I look at Amir and he would nod and reassure me with a firmer grip on my hands.
A collective sigh of joy spread through the room when Amir reached into the stroller and pulled Amsi into his arms. I untied the ribbon on his wrist, and he let out a shrill giggle and reached for me. I traded the ring for my baby, and Amir kissed his forehead just before sliding the ring onto my finger. Amsi squealed again and pumped his arms as if telling the crowd to cheer. They did! I missed whatever the holy man said next, but then Amir took my face in his hands and kissed me with the white hot passion of ten men. It was then that the room exploded into cheers and applause. Amsi screamed his delight and made us both wince, but then laugh uproariously along with the gathered crowd.
Tears poured from my eyes, and I didn’t fight them. Amir’s were full and sparkling, as well. I truly felt as if I were in a grand Hollywood movie.
It was finished. It was official. I was now the queen to a sheikh and the queen mother to his heir. I was now Julie Lynn Rashid.
There were pictures to be taken with a multitude of friends and family. This took hours, and finally we were permitted to leave. I needed to change, most of all. I was worried about my dress and anything happening to it. I certainly didn’t want it around food or wine. It was slated to be on display in the royal palace inside a sealed case—I’d been told it would end up a national treasure.
The boys were off taking naps and Omar and Anna were already at the reception where another thousand guests were waiting for our arrival. Amir took my hand and almost dragged me through a hallway to a secret door. Once behind this door, he pushed me up against the back of it and ravaged me with kisses. “You are my Valkyrie. You look like a Goddess. You are an angel.” He said all this and more in between fervent kisses. “I am so hungry for your body. We shall never go this long again. Never!” He comically attempted to drag up my skirt, but it was acres of silk and finding his way to my bare skin was nearly impossible. He grumbled and sighed, “I desire to fuck you in this at least once. I paid enough for it.”
I nodded enthusiastically, “I’ve missed you so much, Amir. Take me to our room. We can manage it.” He peeked out the door and indicated the coast was clear. On our way through the hall, I whispered to him, “You can’t get anything on it though. You have to be careful.”
He made an amused sound, “I plan on leaving everything I have inside you, darling. I wish to plow your wetness and seed you with more offspring.”
I stalled, “Are you sure? I mean…”
His kiss cut off my words. “Yes now. We will have more children while you are young—while I am young.”
His eagerness was rather infectious, and I’d discovered that the worst part for me was in the carrying of Amsi. The doctors said it would be easier the next time because of the net thing they’d sewn onto my cervix—at least that was the plan, so I could carry to term and then it would be another C-section, so there was no anxiety even about giving birth. With the help of the nannies, I really couldn’t complain. I had the best of it, and now the thought of a flock of children wasn’t quite as abhorrent to me as it once was. Amir had been studying my expression as I sorted all this, and when I landed on my decision, he smiled and kissed me again.
We made it to our room, and he slammed the door shut with his foot. Kissing me all the way to the bed, he bent me over the side and then proceeded to throw all that material up and over my head. I knew he’d been successful when the cool air of the room hit my bottom. I had on white lace panties and garters. His hands shook as he unfastened each strap, letting it snap away in the process. I couldn’t see a thing, I could only feel what he was doing. He’d commanded me to brace myself.
“I’m taking you now! Later I will take my time. Later will last all night,” he predicted.
I was more than into it, and I spread my legs and wiggled my now exposed behind. He rubbed it and stroked it, and then I heard his zipper descend. Then he rubbed his hot shaft all over me and used the tip to spread out my now flowing juices. He guided himself to my entrance and breeched my body. His thick girth spread me and flayed me open as he glided in easily from all my wetness. “You are magnificent,” he muttered.
I choked and gasped and was instantly near climax. His hands held the swell of my hips, and his thighs bounced against mine. He started slowly, taking his time and letting me feel every inch of his desire. When he buried himself as far as he could go, he pinned me there, holding me to his groin. His heart jackhammered inside my core. I whimpered and mewled and fought to stay upright. He changed his stance and helped me by spreading my legs out and against the crisp hairs of his thighs. He held me there with all his incredible strength, and he fucked me hard. He growled and thrust and slapped against my body until I began to cry out with each strangled breath. I was about to cum, I couldn’t hold it off a second longer, and I knew he liked to give me permission.
He bellowed, “Now Valkyrie! Now! Scream for me.”
Since I’d almost died with Amsi, we’d been very careful about him ejaculating inside me. He hated condoms, and I didn’t want to get on hormones. I knew we were going to try again, so I didn’t want to take a chance and screw up my hormones. So, when his hot release scalded up inside me, it was the perfect exclamation point on the past year of our relationship. It felt as if he were marking me as his permanently, and I responded with everything I had in me. I loved it when I could feel him climax, and it always made my orgasm that much more intense.
He grunted and strained, and I felt the head of his cock swell. Then he came and s
houted at me again, “Now, my queen! Give this to me now!”
I did as my ruler commanded, and I could have sworn I heard thunder outside. Or maybe that was my pulse thickly behind my ears. In any case, we came together, and it was phenomenal. We shook in unison, as if the other completed a circuit. We were unified before all, and this moment was him taking what was now his in certainty He had me now, I had him, we were one, and the joining of our bodies was all the finality either of us needed.
Chapter Nine
The reception went on late into the night. We laughed and drank and enjoyed the festivities and adoration. I even started to get used to being called Your Highness. Although my cheeks still burned whenever someone referred to me as such. Halfway through the night, Amir guided me to the roof and a waiting helicopter. We took a private flight over the magnificent, jewel of a city that was Dubai. It really was something extraterrestrial and not of this world. Even the created islands sparkled like diamonds in the ocean—all of them looking like their themed identities. The Palm was the most expansive of all, and I remained amazed at the scale of grandeur that surrounded us.
Amir glued himself to me as we both gaped at the skyline and twinkling city below. His huge hand slid up between my thighs, and he stroked my softest flesh until I was a quivering mess. My breath hitched, “I’m going to need you inside me again real soon—husband.”
“Oh yes, wife—that is on the itinerary—or did you forget my earlier promise?”
He slid his finger up into my sheath, and my internal muscles pulsed around the intrusion. “You please me so much, my queen. I didn’t even know to pray for you, and here you are—perfection.”
The chopper circled for an hour, and Amir continued to fondle my secret area. By the time we landed, I was a sodden, swollen mess of need. I wanted penetration in a bad way, and I whispered that exact thing to his ear on our way back to the reception. He stalled the elevator with a rough push on the red button, and he lifted me and pinned me to the back wall. The elevator was nothing but mirrors, and I found it erotic as hell to see his back with my legs wrapped around his waist. The hem of my skirt lifted up near my hips, and I was fully exposed. I breathed, “Here?”
He turned and hit the penthouse floor button, and the elevator went into motion, apparently he was going to ditch the remainder of the party and spend the rest of the night buried in my body. “I love you, Amir,” I exclaimed.
When we got to our rooms, we checked on the baby and found him fast asleep in the soundproofed, adjoining room. After making sure he was fine, we returned to our suite and quietly closed both of the doors behind us. Amir continued to watch me with a renewed hunger. “I want you naked.”
I batted my lashes and turned, indicating the long zipper on this dress. He strode to me and helped. Then he carefully peeled it down and off my body. I had a corset on under this one, and a bra, but he’d removed the second pair of panties in the helicopter, so my bottom half was bare. He painstakingly unfastened the lingerie hooks on the corset, one at a time. I made a sound of agony and then delight when he finally released my torso from captivity. Then he freed my breasts from the bra and cupped and rubbed them from behind. “You are mine,” he rumbled against my neck.
“Yes—yours,” I replied with a moan of need. I reached back and did my best to stroke his throbbing erection through his pants. “I want you naked, too. I need to see your beautiful body, Amir.” He nibbled my neck and my earlobe. I added, “You are mine.”
He made a very pleased sound and began stripping. I turned and helped him as we removed one layer after another. Finally, all that expensive material laid on the floor in a crumple of parts. And there stood my magnificent husband. His skin was the perfect dark caramel color, and I always wanted to lick him and bite him. He made my mouth water like he was the most delicious meal I’d ever eaten, and I wanted to repeat the dining experience again and again.
He was, of course, as erect as was physically possible. He let me admire him, my own breasts heaving with each labored breath. When my eyes landed on his masculine member, he flexed it and bounced it against his stomach. My pussy flooded and puddled in anticipation. He seemed the same to me as he continued to mumble in my ear—perfection. He was exotic and feral and everything a testosterone-driven male should be—bestial in his need. Primal in the way he handled me—imperial in his demands to make me cum repeatedly.
He stole my air when he swept me up and strode to the window. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his heated length nestled against my soaked entrance. He roughly pushed me up against the cool glass and then pulled back enough so I could get a grip on his throbbing cock. I guided him between us and to my pussy. He skewered himself into me. I shouted as a startling climax shook up through me. I tried to apologize, but his mouth pressed to mine and stole all my words. Then his mouth swallowed my screams as he pounded himself in and out of me. He grunted and held me to the window, exposing all of me to the world outside—good thing we were so high in the air. My butt pressed into the glass, and I became lost in his strength and rhythm.
He showed no signs of waning and impaled me over and over, sliding out and then slamming back into me. He shoved away any interruptions my body offered, and he went deeper, and deeper. Owning me in a way I’d not felt from him before. He must have been reading my mind because he slowed and kissed me and his fingers on my hips dug in possessively. “You are mine.”
I responded by pushing myself back over all that hot length of his. He was practically dripping with what he’d produced in my body. I pushed the sweat up to his hair and off his face, and I squeezed his shaft with my center. He growled out the words, “So sweet, my Julie.”
My dirty girl flared brighter, and I did it again, massaging him with my sheath. Then I told him the same. “You are mine.”
After climaxing, we both fell back asleep. The dawn was just appearing on the far horizon, and I was so ecstatic to be able to spend so much romantic time with my sheikh. Thank God for our nanny!
Chapter Ten
Our honeymoon was set to begin three days later. Our closest friends and family stayed, and we finally left the suite to hobble our way to some of the festivities.
I was still not certain where we were going on our honeymoon, but I’d been told to bring tropical weather attire. We’d discussed leaving the baby, but I wasn’t happy about doing so. Two weeks was long enough, and Amir said it might be longer. He did amend, however, and say where we were staying was plenty large enough to sequester the nanny and baby away from us if we wished for alone time. So, it was decided Amsi would go as well—which of course meant our entourage was immense.
Between all the servants and child care attendees, the battalion of guards that followed us everywhere, and the drivers and pilots, we were in need of a jumbo jet just to get anywhere. As we waited at the private airstrip, I counted our group, and the tally came up twenty five. I found that rather astounding, but at the same time kind of cool that we were able to provide income to so many people.
Once on the private jet, Amir and I disappeared to the secluded back bedroom and went to bed. We were exhausted and he’d said we had hours in the sky. He’d also said he wished to introduce me to the mile high club. I’d of course agreed with the caveat that if he woke me up, I’d be grumpy. Once I kissed my baby goodbye and made sure he was napping and happy, we slid between the silk sheets, and I almost immediately fell asleep. Amir held me close and spooned up behind me, kissing my nape and whispering how much he adored me. I realized this was our first time to take more than an hour long flight together.
The wedding and festivities apparently wore both of us out. We slept the entire flight, cuddled naked in the big bed. The lull of the engines wove a spell over me, and I almost felt hypnotized. I also felt safe and protected in Amir’s arms. If either of us woke, it was only briefly and partially—we would make certain we were still touching, and then quickly drift back to slumber. I was wonderful and healing and by the time we landed, we were
both refreshed. Amsi did the same and slept through almost the entire flight. He was bubbly and happy when I went to gather him.
We soon landed at a tiny airport in Bora Bora and drove by limo to the harbor. I was looking at all the beautiful scenery and the crystal clear teal ocean when Amir made me take notice of our honeymoon afloat on the far end of the docks. I froze and the guard behind me almost ran into my back. The yacht, or maybe I should have referred to as a cruise ship, was enormous! The largest ship I’d ever seen, and it was fucking beautiful! There were black windows surrounding the lower portion, and I even spied a good sized pool up on the deck. There were jet skis on a lower platform and even a speed boat was up in some sort of hanging device.
Amir seemed pleased with himself. “You and I will have an entire stateroom to ourselves. The chefs have already been preparing food, and the galley is stocked full of all your favorite foods. As you can see, there is plenty of room for our people, as well, and we can still have privacy.” He took my hand and dragged me down the dock. His enthusiasm was infectious, “There is a fully stocked dive room, too, and a trained dive instructor. There are reefs and tropical fish I’d love to show you.”
I’d been slowly turning into a better swimmer over the past few months of living in such an arid climate, and we’d even brought in a dive instructor to teach me in the pool on the estate grounds. I was so excited I jumped up and down and clapped my hands together in glee.
“Amir, this is amazing! We are going to have so much fun!”
Once aboard, I was immediately offered champagne. There was also a spread set out with cheeses and specialty crackers. The chef had indeed been privy to my personal likes because my favorite brie cheese was present, and I knew it was something that could only be ordered from the States. I drank and ate and we all laughed. As the boat left the harbor, Amir turned up the sound system, and he whisked me up on the deck and danced with me. I was already in heaven!
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