Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) (10 page)

After quickly bathing, and changing into clean clothing, they returned to his tent where they sat down to eat some of the lamb, vegetables and hummus he’d brought with him and kept stored in the solar powered refrigerator his younger brother Karim, the engineer of the family, had built for him.  Although, he’d only planned for them to stay for a week, before taking Sabeen on a real honeymoon to St. Tropez, he’d brought more than enough food with them, in case they decided to stay longer.

When they finished eating, she busied herself with cleaning up, and was about to start washing their dishes, until he stopped her. He knew what she was doing, but they couldn’t avoid the inevitable any longer.

“Leave them,” he said, drawing her gaze, which was now carefully guarded.

With a nod she set the plates aside before returning her attention to him. Standing no more than a few yards away with her arms folded across her chest, she regarded him warily in what had now become a charged silence. 

Chapter
Seven

The silence between us was so deafening, punctuating our mutual reluctance to have this discussion, but we both knew it was necessary.  Many years may have passed, bringing with it many changes in the both of us, but the connection between us was oddly stronger than ever, akin to a simmering blaze that could turn into an inferno if the fire were ever stoked again. 

So as much as I dreaded the inevitable, I knew Khalil wouldn’t let another day go by without addressing the past.  He wanted us to have a fresh start, something that would never be possible if we didn’t at least try to put the past to rest.

“I’m just going to cut right to it,” he said, breaking through the eerie quiet.  “I never wanted to walk away from you, it was the last thing I wanted, but I had no choice.  I think you know by now that when I went out that morning, I got a call from my cousin telling me about the betrothal contract.” He sighed and I could hear the weariness in his voice when he spoke again.  “After that, I had no choice but to end our relationship, and I knew you were too stubborn and headstrong to just accept any excuse I made—”

“So you had to crush me, and then humiliate me?”  I tried to temper my anger, because I knew he was telling the truth. I’d figured it out soon after I’d spoken to my father, and later met with Amir and his parents over winter break.  Khalil must have talked to his cousin and found out while he’d been with me.  That I already knew.  I’d even been prepared to forgive him for hurting me so badly the day he’d left because I understood
why
he did it and that he believed he was doing the right thing.  Had that been
all
he’d done, I would have forgiven him, but I couldn’t forgive everything, and I said as much.

“You’re right. I knew somehow you’d spoken to Amir and found out about our engagement and thought you were being honorable by completely devastating me and breaking my heart.” The old bitterness began to surface, and Khalil must have heard it too, but I shook my head when he tried to stop me by calling my name.  He was the one who had wanted to talk, not me.  He was the one who believed there was something salvageable here, because he didn’t know the half of what he’d put me through, and I would never tell him either, but I did want him to understand why it would be no easy task for me to just let go of the past and pretend it had never happened.

“I could have forgiven the way you broke up with me, had it not been for all the rest.  I could have believed you thought you were doing the
right
thing by ending things had I not visited you three months later and saw with my own eyes that you weren’t regretful over your decision, or that you felt even an ounce of remorse for the things you said—“

“Sabeen—“

“
No.
  I saw it with my own eyes.  You were fine with your decision.  You had moved on and you didn’t regret a thing—“

“That’s not true.  I was miserable without you.  Why do you think I was shipped off to the military?  I began to spiral, and my parents refused to allow me to return home if I didn’t join the service because I was that out of control.”

“You could have fooled me.  You didn’t seem all that miserable when I stood on the doorstep to your apartment crying my eyes out.” I didn’t realize that mere inches now separated us until I was jabbing him in the chest with my index finger.  “You didn’t even come after me, so don’t tell me you were miserable.  That was the worst part of that entire moment that you couldn’t tear yourself away from your girlfriend for even five minutes to say
something,
anything.  If not an apology, then something, so that I wouldn’t leave there feeling like I’d been used and discarded as if I didn’t matter.” My voice broke, and it was all I could do to close my eyes to stem the tears that threatened to spill forth.  When he moved to cup my cheek, I batted his hand aside, and took a step back.  His nearness was overwhelming enough, so the last thing I needed was for him to touch me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.  “I should have gone after you that day, I should have done a lot of things differently, but I really thought I was doing what was best.”

“Best for whom?”  I was incredulous. “Certainly not me, because you never once talked to me and asked me what I thought, what I wanted.  You made a decision that affected me and then treated me like a child as if I had no right to even give my input—“

“And what exactly would that input have been?” He regarded me angrily.  “I know you don’t want to hear this because Sharjah has moved beyond many of its traditions.  And I know you don’t want to hear that I know who you are, Sabeen, I know you just as well now as I did then.  So I know what you would have done, and I was so damn in love with you that had I not been raised to one day lead my clan, I would have probably bought into your plan, but from the time when I was little, I was instructed on these matters, and I already knew that any hope of breaking that contract back then would have been impossible, and it would have cost all of us dearly had we tried—“

Although, on every point he made, I knew he was right, I still tried to protest, but this time he was the one who shook his head for silence.

“You would have implored your father to nullify the contract,” he continued.  “And Abdul would have reluctantly done so, but fifteen years ago, your father, his honor, that of your family’s, and even your economic security would have suffered.  Back then, breaking a contract between such close friends, would have ruined your entire family, severed the friendship between him and my god-parents, and then there was me.  My parents would have had no choice but to renounce me.  After all I was
stealing
my cousin’s bride.  Amir, no matter what he wanted, he would have been forced to do the same.  My parents and your father would have been ostracized, and you and I would have been disowned.  Were it just the two of us, I would have eventually made a way for us, and given you the life you’d grown accustomed to, but our actions would have had repercussions for both our families, our parents, our siblings.  Our family names would have been tarnished, to the point, that remaining in Sharjah wouldn’t have been an option for you and I.” 

His expression was stern as he held my gaze.  “Never doubt that you mattered more than anything else to me, and you still do, you always will, but to recklessly devastate both our families, would have been selfish on our parts, and we never would have said it, but had we chosen that path, our actions would have shadowed our relationship like a dark cloud.”

Raking a hand down his face, Khalil let out a long, deep breath as if he was releasing years of regret he’d kept pent up inside.  “As much as I hated the things I said to you, what I did to you, I considered the alternative would have been worse—hurting your family, being severed from them.  I decided I couldn’t live with myself if I allowed you to do that.  I never once believed we would get another chance, but I knew tearing our families apart so that we could be together was not how I wanted our relationship to begin.” He shrugged in resignation.  “So I let you go, and I did everything in my power to make sure you would have no problem letting me go too.”   

When he grew silent, I stood there deflated.  In my mind, I knew why he’d made the decisions he’d made, but there was something about watching him relive them, to glimpse the anguish in his eyes, I could no longer deny what others had been trying to tell me all along.  Khalil had loved me then, he still loved me now.

“Why the steady string of women?” I asked finally.  If he’d never stopped loving me, then why continue to hurt me by parading women in my face.

The little half smile he gave me did funny things to my heartbeat, and I noticed then he’d moved closer.  “Jealousy.”  He must have glimpsed the question in my eyes because he added, “You were marrying Amir, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, so I compensated by drowning myself in—“

“Tits and ass.” I waved my hand. “Yeah I get it.”

His eyes narrowed at my obviously snappish tone.  “Every time I came around, you were throwing yourself at my cousin.  So can you even blame me for pretty much doing the same?”

I couldn’t believe him.  “I wasn’t sleeping with Amir.”

“I wasn’t sleeping with any of them either.”

My eyebrows must have touched the sky and the look I gave him said it all, because he quickly corrected himself.

“Goddamnit, Sabeen. I’m only human.  The one woman I wanted I couldn’t get within one hundred feet of or I would lose it. So no, I wasn’t living like a monk all these years, but neither were you,” he snarled.  “You may not have been sleeping with Amir, but you can’t tell me there weren’t others after me.  I’m not a fool, Sabeen and for that matter, neither are you.”

During our exchange, he’d closed the distance between us, so when he spoke again, his breath stroked my face like a warm caress.   

“Ninety percent of those women I never even touched, but I think you know that already, don’t you?” This time when he moved to cup my cheek, I didn’t stop him as my nipples pebbled against the white linen material of my dress.  When he dipped his head to kiss his way along my neck, I had to press my hands against his chest, just to steady myself.  “Just as I know you may have had lovers in the past, but not in awhile.”

As if he sought to verify that statement, his hand shifted beneath my dress and between my legs, and before I could even take my next breath, he pushed his middle finger inside of me, sending a tidal wave of rapturous sensations flooding through me.

Chapter Eight

Sabeen gasped, then cried out his name, the sounds of her growing desire, as erotic as the most intimate caress. When her knees threatened to buckle, he eased her backwards onto the wooden table so that her legs dangled over the edge.

“The moment Amir laid eyes on Daniella, I knew she was the one for him, just as I knew your engagement was over,” he murmured as he gently removed her clothing, until she was naked and trembling beneath his gaze.  “After that, getting you back became my sole focus, so I had no time, no desire nor any interest in anyone else, which to be honest, has always been so, but once I realized we now had a second chance, that became my obsession.”

His eyes never left her, not even when he kneeled to the floor, and draped her legs over his shoulders.  She may have been distracted by lust, but he knew the moment his words registered, especially when her eyes rounded.

“That was six months ago.”

“Hmm.” He smiled. “You were well worth the wait.”

He would have laughed out loud at her astonished expression, but he was much more interested in doing other more pleasurable things that would shock her senseless.  Not once breaking eye contact, he buried his face between her legs, and swiped his tongue across the swollen, wet lips of her cunt.  He groaned at the taste of her, and when her eyes started to drift shut as pleasure began to overtake, he empathized, because he knew the feeling.  All he wanted to do was close his eyes, and bury his face in her cunt until she flooded his mouth with her cum, but he loved watching her too much.

“Open your eyes,” he instructed because he loved watching her watch him eat her out even more.

With their gazes locked, he dove in again, his tongue flicking across her clit before dipping inside and plunging deep.

Her hands raked through his hair, until she was gripping the back of his head for all she was worth.  Holding him close, she rocked her hips so that every undulation brought some part of his face in contact with her clit. He chuckled against her mound, drawing another moan from her lips.  Sabeen was wild and passionate, unbidden in her desires and what she wanted.  That was what he’d always loved about her, but right now he needed to be the one in control.

He moved so quickly, he knew she had no time to figure out what he was up to until he’d already used one of his
thoabs
to bind her wrists and secure them over her head by knotting the extra material around one of the legs of the table.

She whimpered, but he still wasn’t done with her. With her restrained, it wasn’t necessary to blindfold her completely, so he just took a piece of clothing, rolled it into a small strip and just gently draped it over her eyes and forehead.

“Khalil—“

“Relax baby and just enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”

*

How could I protest that?  I couldn’t and I didn’t, especially not after he lowered his head between my thighs again and sucked my clit between his lips.

I knew what had happened, what he was doing.  I’d started to take control, and began to take my pleasure, which for a man with Khalil’s dominant nature, that was something he would only allow for so long.

With his fingers digging into my thighs, spreading me wider, there was no doubt who was in control as he jerked me against his tongue with powerful strokes.  He fucked me with his mouth, with the same potent intensity as he did with his cock—hard, fast and deep.  It wasn’t long before I was trembling against him, the juices of my arousal spilling from me, which Khalil was quick and eager to take into his mouth. 

He ate me out with greedy, lustful strokes of his tongue, and when he latched onto my clit, giving it hard, deep sucks as he penetrated my wetness with the thick, long length of his finger, I came on a long, breathless moan, my body writhing against the table, twisting against my restraints.  Every sensation of pleasure that swept through me was made all the more intense given my absence of sight, my inability to touch. 

Powerless and vulnerable, all I could do was wait for Khalil and what he intended for me next because I was at his mercy.  Thankfully, he didn’t seem intent upon drawing out my anticipation, because I didn’t wait long. 

The aftershocks of my orgasm were still shuddering through me when I heard the rustle of clothing, before there was the brush of hair-roughened flesh against the smooth skin along my inner thighs.  Within the next instant I felt the thick, bulbous head of Khalil’s cock pushing its way inside of me.  There was no hesitation.  He buried his full length inside me on a single hard, deep thrust. 

I cried out, struggling to relax and then to adjust as my pussy fought to stretch itself and accommodate this massive invasion, but Khalil was far too worked up to allow my body that.  I could already tell this would be over quick.  With my legs dangling over his arms, he held me open and spread wide as he pounded into my tiny cunt.  The table bucked and scraped against the floor, which joined the sounds of smacking flesh.  His already furious pace, quickened then and that’s when I noticed his harsh grunts had morphed into low pants.   With erratic strokes and labored breaths, he plunged inside me on a final, powerful thrust and then he exploded, filling me up with his warmth until the walls of my pussy were coated with his semen. 

It was a long while before Khalil was able to move well enough to release me.  But when he finally did, he carried me over to his bed, where we made love again, and again—in every way imaginable, in every corner of his tent, and even outside, beneath the desert sky.  We indulged in a sexual intimacy I hadn’t experienced since the last time we’d been together fifteen years ago. 

There was something magical about our desert oasis, so we decided to remain there for the rest of our honeymoon, and eventually when we returned home, I knew things had changed between us.  By no means were we now perfect, or even ideal, but better, hopeful, and we had grown so much closer in the month we’d been away.  But just because we had found some common ground, I still wasn’t ready to relinquish the past.  No matter that I had a better understanding of his motivations back then and believed his feelings were genuine now, so much had happened between us, I just wasn’t certain we would ever be able to get past it all, but I was now more willing to try, and ultimately that was all anyone could ever do.