Our bodies sliding into each other, Nahan buries his head in my neck, sucking, nibbling, kissing my skin, and my body shivers whole, given to the overwhelming sensations of being penetrated so deep and so strong.
-Ah! Nahan, more, please, more, my love.
He puts his hands on my buttocks, pulling my hips up and down and I ride his dick, lost, hallucinated to feel my pussy filled so hotly, the walls of my sex contract with each stroke, each up and down, my hips, each time Nahan's cock impales me deeply, at a maddening pace.
I hold the breasts, stroking my nipples, while Nahan turns me on even more, patting my buttocks every time our sexes clash.
Ah! My girl, delicious, move to me, that's right, open your eyes, enjoy to me, my halawi.
My vagina convulses in frenzied spasms and a rapturous pleasure invades me, I play my head back and enjoy it so hard, that my fluids moisten Nahan's groin.
- Allah! How delightful, feel Bianca.
I close my eyes and Nahan strucks my sex once more, flooding my vagina deeply with his pleasure.
We hugged each other tightly and Nahan kissed me calmly, still inside me, hot and stiff, his sex throbbing.
-Bianca, promise me you'll never leave me again.
-It was your fault, it was not mine Nahan.
He put a finger on my mouth so I would shut up.
- Shhh, I've been to hell Bianca, these last days without you were horrible, it was as if the night crawled and a new day was never born, I don’t want to feel like this again, lost, don’t do this anymore, hit me if you need, but do not leave me alone again, do you promise?
I bit his chin and he smiled, then glared at me seriously.
-I did not hear you promise, Bianca.
I suck in his lower lip and then the upper lip, comparing the tastes of his soft mouth and his serious face as well.
-I promise I'll never leave you alone, now I want to make love again, this time slower, or faster?
Nahan licked and nibbled at my ear, making me shiver.
-Whatever you wish for, I'm here to satisfy all your wishes, my queen.
We looked at each other without haste and he said again, giving me wet kisses on the mouth and chin.
-My halawi, my queen.
Nahan lifted me from his lap and placed me on my stomach, legs spread wide and my bottom up.
-Look at me, you have no idea how beautiful you look like this, all open and steep just for me.
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder, feeling beautiful and seductive, biting my lips to tease him.
-Halawi, your sorceress, I'll teach you to be a good girl.
-But I'm a good girl.
Nahan snugged between my legs and lifted my hips even further, taking one hand between my legs and probing my clit, up and down, in such a nice rhythm that it made me squirm between his fingers.
-See, I did not say you're a teaser, a sorceress? Good girls do not moan like that, halawi.
He entered me slowly and I groaned louder, Nahan curled his body over my back and circling his hips, rammed his cock, hitting his hips into mine.
And we go on in this insane, erotic dance, it circles the hips and beats, fidgets and beats, the whole penis buried inside of me, our bodies crashing faster and harder. One hand leads to my hair and pulls them to the sides, burying his head and mouth in the curve of my neck, sniffing the back of my neck, and his other hand tightens my hips, so I do not escape of the attack of his cock storming me more intense with each penetration.
We enjoy together, with our trembling, sweaty bodies, merged into one. Nahan whispered quietly in my ear, before laying on the rug and curling up on my back.
- Bianca, 'ant hubb hayati. (Bianca, you are the love of my life)
-What did you say, Nahan?
He held one of my breasts and snuggled into my back, sleeping next.
-I’ve missed you, my girl.
-I’ve missed you too, my king.
CHAPTER 16
NAHAN
I look ahead and Bianca continues to sleep deeply, beautiful, lips parted as if ready to kiss.
I get up unhurriedly, put on my pyjama bottoms, and head for the fighting corner at Thura's headquarters, the kitchen.
From the door, I can see Thurayya pacing back and forth like an austere general, giving orders to the cooks and to the other servants, her subordinates.
-I remember having ordered the lamb, where you put the lamb and the curry, is it possible that I have to look for everything?
I enter the kitchen and the servants line up, the silence is so great that I can hear my footsteps, I smile at everyone and they look at me in surprise.
Why do they look at me in surprise? Come on, I always smile, I've always been very polite and courteous to everyone, isn’t it?
I don’t even want to think about the answer, it doesn’t matter that I'm smiling like an idiot, I try to close my mouth, I try to contain my facial muscles, tie my face, close my eyes, as I always do and it's impossible.
And the only reason for my silly laugh is one, it all comes down to the end of the astral hell I was going through ... and because that little cute little thing is lying naked in my library.
Naked ... Deliciously naked, just for me, in my library.
By the grace and mercy of Allah, the fights between Bianca and I are over, the roof of my palace has not collapsed in my head and I can now sleep and eat in peace.
I walk in front of the employees, with my body erect, suggesting "today I am going to conquer the world", I greet the employees and they retire quickly, leaving me alone with Thurayya.
The nosey fat old woman laughs out of my face and goes to the wood stove, discovering a tray full of delicacies: mana'eesh, homus, babaganush, feta cheese, dried curd with honey and sesame, fresh fatayer, plus a bowl filled with fruits, fresh, like dates, nuts, ripe figs, and a generous portion of halawi, my favourite dessert.
I grab Thura by the waist and give her a little kiss on her cheek, she laughs like a girl and slaps my arm with a dish towel, making me laugh too.
-You mean you kiss me like that just for breakfast, you sweet tooth?
-Thura, my Thurayya, I would never be selfish like that.
-Ah! I believe, boy.
I sat down and took a deep breath to tell Thura my plans.
-Thura, I need to talk to you.
Thura sat next to me and poured me a cup of bitter coffee, with two pinches of cardamom and a little bit of anise, perfect as I like it.
- You can talk, Nahan.
I cleared my throat and said at last what was caught in my throat:
-I need to know if I decide something... if you will support me.
Thura stared at me intently.
-Always, I trust you, Nahan.
-I know I'm going to face a battle, but I can’t act any differently, I can’t marry any woman to satisfy my people and live an unhappy life, Thura.
She held my hand and asked me, already knowing the answer:
-So, if you're sure of this, I'm here to support you, is she making you happy?
I nod and finish drinking my coffee.
- Yeah, like I never thought I'd be happy one day.
-Are you going to talk to her?
Ah! I will not talk, she'll find out Thurayya.
-It will be a surprise.
She took the tray and handed it to me, saying,
-Go and feed your future queen, Nahan.
BIANCA
The days went by like the wind and today the palace is in an uproar alone, Nahan decided to welcome some influential people from his government, as well as local leaderships.
Just thinking about this dinner my heart is in tatters, it's going to be the same damn story: Nahan's suitors clogging the royal hall, tapping on Nahan's shoulders, conversations with allies, false smiles and me feeling humiliated once again knowing that I'll never be one of them.
Nahan and Jafar stayed two nights, locked up, studying the laws of the country. As they left Jafar's offic
e the two of them seemed more cheerful, apparently the evening was fruitful.
This morning Nahan decided to bet on a horse race with Jafar, some employees watch from the balcony, and the cooks whisper and point at Nahan, smiling, apparently, I've already found out who they are cheering for.
The race ended and Jafar won by less than two hands. He teases Nahan laughing earnestly and the two come toward me.
Jafar took off his sweat-soaked shirt and Nahan did the same, I look at these two beautiful men specimens, athletic and sun-tan, and I think God really was very inspired when he made these two brown men.
The cooks sigh and I frown at Jasmine who smiles more than I would like, bringing a tray of pomegranate juice to Nahan and Jafar.
- Shukraan, Jasmine. (Thank you so much Jasmine)
- 'Ay shay', already malak. (You're welcome, my king)
Nahan finishes drinking the pomegranate juice and opens a big smile for Jasmine, she leaves laughing from ear to ear, trying to balance the tray, offering juice to Jafar.
I try to smile, but the laughter dies on my lips, Nahan goes up the stairs next to me and puts his hand on my back, asking me softly:
-What’s wrong halawi, why are you sad?
- Nothing, it's okay.
I walk into the kitchen and it looks more like a war square, people walking around and Thura complaining and muttering that the rabbit stew is not ready yet.
-I want everything to be impeccable today, do you understand me?
Fatimah and Nair nod and ask her something speaking in Arabic at a frightening speed.
-Have the flowers arrived? Bianca, I did not see you there, do you need anything, my child?
Thura offers me a pomegranate juice with a few mint leaves and I enjoy it. She smiles and looks at me with affection, Thura is an exceptional person, I feel honoured to be with her.
-Why have not you come upstairs to do the herbal massage I told you about?
-You do not have to, Thura.
Thura stubbornly takes the glass of juice out of my hands and expels me from the kitchen, pushing me from behind my back, teasing me.
-In half an hour a hairdresser and a makeup artist will come, what do you want? That those peeled cockroaches crawling on Nahan, to look prettier than you?
No way, these snakes with innocent faces? No way ... Even knowing that at the end of the story one of them could take my man from me, yet I will show everyone the beauty of the Brazilian woman.
I hurry down the hall and hear Thura's laughter, she's a cunning old woman, she knows how to incite my competitive female side.
The night fell and I barely noticed, Thura gives the finishing touches to my hair and I look in the mirror barely recognizing myself.
My eyes are blurred, dark because of the shadow and the Kohl, giving my look an air of mystery, Nahan gave me as a present a dazzling red dress, long, a thick strap coming from the bust to the back and with bare shoulders, covered by a transparent veil in the same tone. On the bust, embedder crystals giving the dress an air of refinement and discreet sensuality. Thura opened a box of jewels and smiled, saying,
-These earrings were missing for you to be perfect.
She helped me put on the bright and ruby earrings, I looked in the mirror and my eyes filled with tears, I'm so beautiful, I may not even be the suitor of my king, but I know he will never have a woman that loves and desires him so deeply.
-Do not cry, my daughter, you look beautiful, let's go downstairs, it's time for you to dim the eyes of those treacherous snakes, Malika Bianca. (My queen Bianca)
-Stop calling me these things, I'm on heels today, you can’t even tell I'm small.
Thura laughs and provokes me:
-It's sweet darling, what do you want, to be called huge? AH! Give me a break, Bianca.
I look at Thura from top to bottom and she is also beautiful, wearing a long black lace dress, half-sleeve and a transparent lead grey veil covering her hair and shoulders, my friend Thurayya is very elegant.
-You look beautiful too, Thura.
Thura and I leave the room and as soon as I reach the stairs, Thura releases my hand and says:
-You're going down by yourself today, my girl, your king is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.
I look down and the hall is filled with unfamiliar faces and some detestable acquaintances, such as Mohamed and the venomous snake Sapphira, my eyes rest on Nahan and he is flawless, handsome, in a typical Arab costume in white, gold and black. His head is covered with a red and white scarf, with a thick cord around his forehead, Thura explained to me previously the name of the clothes, they are a galabia and an aigal, the clothes and the scarf that men traditionally use in social events.
Nahan smiles and holds out my hand, I take his hand and walk down the stairs. Before we descend the last step, he whispers in my ear:
-Do you want to stay with me, my halawi?
-What do you mean, are we together or are we not?
He smiled and concluded:
-I’ll tell everyone, Bianca, without hiding anymore.
Yes, of course I do, but I do not understand why he asks me these questions.
He narrowed his fingers, clasping them with mine and I saw the incredulous look of everyone around us, Nahan pulled me again and whispered in my ear:
- Do you trust me?
His deep look melted me, it got stuck in mine, I can’t quite understand what he's really trying to say, but of course I trust him.
-Yes, of course.
Nahan turned me to face him and lifted my chin, making me face him.
-Then prove your love to your king and give me your right hand, Bianca Mattos.
He's not doing this, is he? Nahan would not have the guts, to go against the demands of his allies, the important figures of his government, how can this be, how can he be doing this?
Still, I forget all around us, all Nahan's perfect suitors, I forget that I am only a hostage of this man who looks at me now with eyes full of love and I play, I jump, I want him with the same strength that he wants me, I love him with the same fury that he takes me with his love, for me it does not matter any of those people who face us incredulous, only him and me, nothing more.
I raise my right hand slowly and Nahan takes it, he takes a jewellery box out of his jacket pocket and opens it slowly, glistening on the black velvet a ostentatious ring of gold and diamonds, so beautiful that it makes me take my left hand to my mouth, I never had a jewel like that, as valuable and delicate as this ring.
Nahan slipped the ring on my finger and kissed the knuckles of my fingers and then the palm and the back of my hand, then turned to the guests.
- Good evening everyone, everyone knows well that I have been a widower for a long time, after I lost my dear wife Ishna and my heir, my princess Amira, I lived for my government, for the needs of my people. From today your king restores his life, I present to you my future wife, this is Bianca Mattos, the future queen of Bahrain.
CHAPTER 17
NAHAN
The guests arrive one by one and with each passing minute my nervousness increases more.
Bianca is getting ready, locked up with Thura and so far, no sign of her coming out. Will she not agree to marry me?
The possibility of rejection is a new sensation for me.
Ishna was brought up to be my queen, there was no such risk, the idea of being embarrassingly rejected in front of all my people is frightening, but despite being distressing, it makes me suddenly alive, human and just another man, equal to so many others, who ask for the hand in marriage of their beloved woman, is something that really does me good.
Bianca comes to the top of the stairs and my voice for a few seconds gets stuck in my throat. She is utterly charming, a blood-red dress wraps her body perfectly, her bare shoulders allow me to suckle my eyes from the creaminess of her skin, she raises her chin to all with the haughtiness of a queen and I smile. As Bianca slowly descends step by step, I return to remembering my reques
t for Ishna's marriage. I look inside myself and notice that the thousand feelings that overwhelm me at this moment are something completely new, Ishna and I since very young were predestined to marry, without surprises, our relationship was orchestrated in an exact, plan, there was no blush on her face, the trembling of her hands and the dry mouth. All for the good and harmony of my country, without any emotion or uncertainty. But even with all the uncertainty surrounding me, I reach out to Bianca, our fingers intertwine, and for me it is enough, my heart like an unrestrained drum, it suddenly quiets down.
-Then prove your love to your king and give me your right hand, Bianca Mattos.
Her right hand, rests on mine and I kiss the knuckles of her fingers, then I slide the ring on her finger, surprising her.
Still with my breath in suspense, I breathe with relief at the glimpse of her smile, my love is shared and in fact the woman in front of me, longs to be mine.
And I'm going to make her mine in the eyes of everyone tonight.
I address myself to the guests present and even engaged in diplomacy, my message was given: I will not accept interference in my emotional life. And as Westerners say: if some political leadership, some false ally become dissatisfied with my decision, I'm don’t give a fuck.
I whisper in my princess's ear and her skin shivers.
-Ready, my halawi?
She whispers smiling:
-No, but you're with me, so it's all right.
As we descend the stairs, some guests come and congratulate us for the engagement. Jafar squeezes my hand and I hug him, he smiles embarrassed and greets Bianca in a nod.
Jafar, always discreet, restraint is his surname.
Almir and Aisha greet us and I can see the dissatisfaction in the eyes of Almir, as well as Armed, father of Sapphira, influential leader of the North of Bahrain.
- My congratulations, my king, your princess is beautiful, a beautiful young woman, did you meet here in Bahrain?
I do not answer Armed's question and change the subject, pulling Bianca by the hand, walking among the guests.
No one can know the conditions in which I met Bianca, if Bianca's abduction reaches the ears of any enemy or false allies, I can be in a very delicate situation with Qatar. Inevitably they would declare war on us and I could not back down, I would have to defend ourselves.
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