Sahara Akbar is a happy-go-lucky, naïve 19 year old Muslim girl, raised with high morals and ethics. She tries her best every single day to practice her religion as well as she can in order to reach the highest form of her spiritual life. But there...
A/N: I'm not sure if there's an update coming tomorrow but there will for sure be an update by Monday! 🤗🤗🤗
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It's been almost a week since Sahara and Damian have spoken to each other. He's ignored her every chance he's gotten.
And every time they do run into each other, he acts like an asshole, hoping to steer Sahara away from him.
Sahara has had enough of him trying to ignore her. She sets her foot down one morning to face him but little does she know, things will go a little differently than she expects.
One morning, she hears the tap water running in their washroom. Damian's in there, this is my chance to confront his stubborn butt. She jiggles the door knob and notices that it's unlocked. She hopes and prays that he has clothes on or she knows her mind will sidetrack. She takes a deep breath and goes for it.
❌🔞 A/N: I always forget to warn y'all. Explicit content ahead!!! SO DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR IT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK BEYOND THIS POINT. 🔞❌
Sahara walks into their bathroom, where Damian is standing in front of the sink in his towel. He notices her from the reflection in the mirror.
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"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" Damian says as he continues to apply products to his face.
"You. I want you, Mr. Damian Vasiliev." Sahara says in a breathy tone.
That was all that Sahara needed to say to make Damian weak to his knees and awaken his every sensual instinct because he knows he cannot stay away from her long enough.
He turns around and pushes Sahara against the wall, both his hands on either sides of the wall blocking Sahara from being able to escape.
He brings his face closer and closer to hers until she could almost feel their skin touching. What a tease. He doesn't move his gaze from her plump lips. In a deep, husky voice, he says, "Say it again." as he unwraps her scarf from her and it slips off her head.
Sahara traces her fingers across his lips, "I want you, Damian. I want you, I need you."
The mere touch of her fingers on his lips made him hard, she held so much power in her littlest, most innocent gestures, it drove him insane.
He thrusts his knee in between her legs, which made a small moan escape Sahara's lips as he left trails of kisses down her neck and then back up until their lips met. As they kiss, he grabs her legs and wraps them around his torso. "I want you so fucking bad. I want to be inside of you, I want to make you cum so fucking good." Damian says in between their kisses.
