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...
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"Damian... This is beautiful... I could watch the view forever." Sahara is in awe because of the breathtaking view of London.
"I know." He smirks. He lowers the light brightness to set the mood.
Sahara notices Damian staring at her for too long and begins to blush while biting her bottom lip.
Damian's eyes hover over Sahara's lips as his hunger for her grows. Damian reaches for his shirt to take it off and that's when Sahara asks nervously, "What are you doing?" out of habit.
He laughs as he takes his shirt off in one swift motion, fixing his hair right after.
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"Come here." He demands in a low, sexy tone.
Sahara is struck with awe as she freezes up in her spot. She hasn't seen him in so long, hasn't touched him in so long, everything seems to be overwhelming.
"How do you expect me to unfreeze when you're standing there looking like a whole snack?" Her eyes widen and she quickly covers her mouth because she was supposed to think that in her head.
It didn't take much for Damian to charge at her after that and trap her between the wall and his body. He slowly unwraps her scarf and lets it slip off her head to the floor.
He begins kissing the nape of her neck as he murmurs, "How do you bloody expect me to not attack you after you called me a whole snack?"
Sahara could feel his smirk against her neck. His lips reach hers and their kiss intensifies, setting her mind on fire. Then, before she could know it, her clothes were off and she was only left with her underwear. He pushes his knee in between her legs, making a moan escape Sahara's lips. His kisses left her breathless. oh, how I've missed this so much, she says in her mind.
Damian wants, no, needs to devour her body into his. Every kiss he leaves on her soft skin leaves him weak to his knees. Her innocence and love has left him needy for her. He's addicted to her as if she's the only drug that could bring him into the high.
He brings back his kisses onto her lips as he whispers, "I love you so fucking much, you have no bloody idea."
That simple sentence alone sends shivers down Sahara's body. She leaves kisses on some of her favourite tattoos on his body until she makes it to his belt. She grabs onto the belt of his pants and unbuckles it as it falls to the ground. Her dominant action, turns Damian on beyond everything.
She places her hands on both sides of his face and brings it close so their noses are touching, "Take me now, Mr. Damian Romeo Vasiliev." She says in a breathy tone.
"With pleasure, Mrs. Damian Romeo Vasiliev." He picks her up bridal style and places her delicately on the bed.
Damian's fingertips were like electricity, every time he touches Sahara, she can feel the tingle that spreads over her body like static.
