The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 3 (Jatar Sheikh 3)

I batted my lashes in confusion, “No Omar, not a hint of doubt. You’ve given me more than anyone ever could.”

He came around the table and bent down on one knee. In his upraised hand was a black velvet ring box. My hand went to my chest. “Anna, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Omar, yes, of course! I told you I would marry you. I love you.” I sort of choked out.

He popped open the box and for a moment I thought I might faint. The ring inside was the most enormous hunk of compressed coal I’d ever seen, even in pictures. The term, Crown Jewels came instantly to mind. It must have been well over five carats, probably more, and the inner radiance of the diamond was unbelievably bright. I was speechless as he took my left hand and slid it over my knuckle.

I began crying and he leaned up and cupped my face, “You are my heart now and I want the world to know you are mine.” He kissed me and I returned his kisses with a passionate fervor I’d feared might never return. He went back to his seat and champagne was brought and poured. “In two weeks’ time we will have a private ceremony at our estate in the desert.”

“Two weeks?” I croaked and coughed as I choked on my champagne.

“Yes, I wish for a private, intimate gathering with just my family.”

“But what about my family?”

He grinned, “Never fear my love, I plan on us having at least another lavish ceremony, perhaps two or three others. We can have one for the public in Dubai, and another in the states with your family and friends, or we could fly them all here and have a third private gathering at the penthouse. There is also the big island and we could host a retreat for as many friends and relatives as you wish. But in two weeks, it will be simply you and I, and my family.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, I guess. I suppose you’ve already purchased the dress?”

He looked like the cat that ate the canary, he was so pleased with himself, “Yes, you already know me so well. Yasmin and I could not decide, so we bought four dresses. I suppose that means we must have four ceremonies!” He laughed animatedly and toasted me with his champagne flute.

We ate like literal kings and soft music played in the background. In between courses we slow danced in the middle of the room. Omar was incredibly affectionate and I ate it up as my body began to fully wake up and ache for more from my fiancé.

I whispered at his ear as he expertly spun me around the room, “Omar, I want to come back to your bed.”

He stopped dead and his expression was concerned, “Are you certain my love? I

do not require anything from you that you are not fully ready to give. Of course though, yes, to have you in our bed once again will be the answer to all my prayers.”

He pulled me even tighter to his front and lifted me off the ground, twirling us like figurines on top of a music box. I threw my head back and laughed, “Yes Omar, I am ready!”

CHAPTER EIGHT

The gathered men were gone when we left the restaurant and we sped home through mostly deserted streets. I hadn’t been paying much attention to times of day or night as of late, but I figured it must have been quite late.

Omar carried me upstairs and directly to his massive suite. He carefully set me on the bed, and then stared down at me. His chest was rising and falling from the exertion of carrying me up such a long flight of stairs.

“You won’t hurt me Omar. Just take your time, be slow. I know I will be fine. I might have a moment or two, just kiss me, let me catch my breath. I’ll be fine.” He nodded and his shoulders relaxed. I giggled and teased, “No rough stuff though. Not yet.”

He sucked in his chin as if that were the farthest thing from his mind, but then his expression lightened and he grinned mischievously, “Someday though? My hands indeed desire to discipline you a little.” He gritted his teeth and knelt at my knees, resting his hand on the outsides of my calves.

“Anna, if you never wish for me to touch you that way again, I will understand. Is that clear? You may tell me at any time to stop or cease, and I will instantly. You are far more important to me than my desire to inflict. Are we clear?”

I leaned forward and cupped his face in my small hands, “Omar, you are the most amazing man I could have never dreamed up. And I want it known right now that I was enraptured with what you elicited from my body five short weeks ago. Please know that as soon as I can emotionally take it, I will let you know.” I pecked his mouth and then gently took his bottom lip between my teeth, mumbling, “I decided I like the kind of pain you are dishing out, so don’t worry, someday you can spank me again.”

He pushed into my bite and then owned my face with his mouth. He climbed up against me and hovered there in a hunch while his hands roamed my sides to gently cup my breasts, and his tongue entered my mouth. I accepted him as if he were the cure to all that ailed me, and my body prepared itself for my lover’s entry.

I gasped as my center flushed with moisture and lubrication and my nipples tightened down behind the restrictive strapless gown. “Oh god Omar, yes, I’ve missed you.”

“Anna, Anna, Anna, you’ve no idea how I’ve craved your body around mine. To be inside you is my nirvana.”

There were few words after that, but our bodies both thrummed to life under the others caresses and sounds of need. He helped me get out of the gown, and I had a moment of hesitation when I was finally standing before him in only my lace panties. I was suddenly acutely aware of my scars and the lingering places on my body that were discolored. I was especially upset about the bite scar on my breast that insisted on remaining an angry red color.

Omar stepped back and dropped his clothing in a pool at his feet and then he stepped up to me, erect and jutting. I stood and shivered from fear that he would find me repulsive, but he didn’t falter once as he gently found and kissed every single mark he could find. Even the ones that were years older scars or dents in my flesh. He then danced his lips against mine and the swollen tip of his cock skidded up my belly. I inhaled sharply and reached for him. He stalled and waited as I wrapped my shaking hand around his hardness.

His hips bucked uncontrollably and he made that sound. My heart thrilled at the resurrection of our electrical connection and my body puddled hotly at the apex of my thighs. I stroked him and fondled him for long moments, staring down at his third eye and reveling in his size and hardness and all those beautiful veins that caressed around his manhood. I muttered, “Omar, you are so beautiful.”

He petted down my hair and then my neck and ended with his hands softly cupping my breasts. He traced a meaty thumb over my nipples and they lifted for him. I trembled and he immediately stopped. “No, not fear. Need—need you.” I clarified.