Sweet Obsession (25 page)

Loula rode with me in silence. Just like the whole two months on the ship, she hardly said a word to me. She ate very little, and I started to get concerned, but I knew she would eventually come to terms with her new life. I knew in my heart that she would fall in love with me. In fact, I had no doubt. I believed what Loula had told me in my dreams. She was my fate, my destiny. She was my sweet obsession!

We reached the palace by nightfall, and everyone was excitedly waiting for our arrival. My mother was the first to greet us. She hugged and kissed me. She was so glad to have me back. But Loula did not receive the same welcome from the queen as I did. My mother had a cold stare for her as she scanned her eyes up and down Loula and shook her head in disapproval. I saw Loula shrink back when my mother scrutinized her in such a cold way.

The king was more gracious. He looked at my future wife and flashed her a warm smile. “You are a rare jewel,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. My father then winked at me before he stalked off after the queen.

From that day forward, I was in heaven. There was so much love inside me to give L
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ula. She was the only reason for my existence. It was like a sickness in me. I could not live without her. I had slept in the same bed with her since the day I brought her home. I held her in my arms and even stole some kisses from her whenever I got the chance. But I never overstepped my boundaries. I could not make love to her without her consent. Not only did I want her consent, I wanted her to love me back and crave my lovemaking. I knew it would happen one day. In the meantime, I waited patiently until she was ready.

I was jealous of everyone around her. I was even jealous of the bedsheets that were wrapped around her body as she slept. I wanted to be the only one who touched her. I wanted to be the center of her world. I wanted to be her world. I would have it no other way. I’d rather be dead than live and see her with another man.

I could tell that, as the days went by, she softened up to me. My groin was hard as a rock. I needed to spill my seed. But I was controlling my every emotion and waiting patiently for her to come around. A few times, I went in private and masturbated, but I held off as much as I could. I preferred her touch on me only.

As the days turned to months, I could not contain my excitement. We became closer. She was warming up to me, and I think she was now in love with me, but I was afraid to ask her. I wanted her to say it on her own. I would wait until the end of the world if I had to. This was how much I loved her.

The first time I kissed her, I lost my senses. I almost blacked out. That was how powerful her love was to me. I dared not share my feelings with anyone. They would all make fun of me. They did not understand the love I felt for her. Every fiber in my body answered only to her. I didn’t even understand it myself. I’d rather kill myself than make love to another.

No one understood something like that. I didn’t either. I remember all the years I had waited until I kidnapped her. I had wasted practically my entire life just waiting for her. I was twenty-nine years old, and I had not been with a woman. I was laughed at, ridiculed, and joked about, but I did not care. Before I ever set eyes on Loula, I had had a hard-on for every female I laid eyes on. But when I started having the dreams of Loula and I saw her in America for the first time, I lost all appetite for sex with other women unless it was Loula herself who was in my bed. I knew that she was my soul mate, and we had lived together in some other life. That was the only explanation I could find.

Finally, the time came, and we made love. Not only was it the best day of my life, it was my life. Our bodies united, and both of us became one. That was how I felt. Nothing in the world could affect me more than Loula. When I looked into her eyes, I saw the missing puzzle piece from my life. I was not complete without her. Only she could complete me.

When I was inside her and making love to her, no human words could describe what I felt. Humans had not invented that word yet. The feeling was above and beyond anything you could possibly imagine. Everyone said I was obsessed. Maybe I was, but I was also deeply in love with her. She fulfilled my every desire!

I knew Billal was in love with my woman. He always wanted what was mine: my parents, my crown, my palace, and now my heart, Loula. He could have it all, but he couldn’t have Loula. I would never let him or any other man take her. She was mine, as I was hers. If he took her, if anyone succeeded in taking her from me, I would finish my life, for I could not live in my world if she did not exist in it.

Billal tried many times to take her from me, but her heart belonged only to me. When I left for the war, I took only my mind and body with me. I left my heart behind for Loula. We fought right before I left. I went to Shaeena’s palace for three nights. I can’t remember what happened while I was there. She claimed her baby was mine. I could not believe that. I would never betray Loula like that. I was innocent of any wrongdoing!

I saw Loula with Billal so many times. I didn’t know why she kissed him. I still couldn’t believe it. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. Maybe she really did not kiss him. When our baby died, I was devastated, and so was Loula. I thought that maybe somehow that would unite us, but as always, Billal got in the way again. It was hard to get over such a tragedy. But now that Loula was with Billal, to me, it was just as tragic. I could not live without her. I did not know what to do.

In the meantime, Shaeena was staying at the palace, and she was still claiming that the child she carried was mine. I could not deny that it was my baby because I didn’t remember what had happened the three nights I stayed at Shaeena’s palace. I didn’t think I had sex with her. But she claimed I did. I didn’t remember a single thing.

I knew I could not possibly have slept with her. I would not—could not—sleep with any other woman. My body ached only for Loula. She was my universe, my soul mate. I would die for her.

This baby in Shaeena’s stomach could not be mine. But if it were, I would not know what to do. In my country, the law said that, if the crown prince got a woman pregnant, he must marry her so the child would not be born a bastard, especially if it were the firstborn. I had to find a way to prove that Shaeena’s child was not mine. I had to hurry before it was too late because I stood to lose Loula every second that went by. I thought I still had a chance to win Loula’s heart back. She was very angry with me. She thought I had betrayed her in the worst possible way. But I knew that I could not do that. I’d rather stick a knife in my heart and kill myself than be with another.

Shaeena was sharing my room. She slept in my bed; I slept on the floor on some blankets and wrapped myself with the blanket that Loula and I had shared. The blanket brought me comfort. It had touched Loula’s body; it had covered us when we made love. It had caressed Loula’s body, and her scent was still on it. I could smell it as I lay myself down to sleep each night.

I missed her touch so much. When I closed my eyes in the dark room, I saw her. I felt her. Her face was full of passion as her lips claimed mine. I could not stand it. My hand gripped my shaft, and I played with it wildly until I was spent. If this was the closest I could get to Loula, then so be it for now. My memory would have to do. But soon, I would once again enjoy Loula’s body next to mine. I would claim her heart again. I knew I would, even if it was the last thing I did!

Loula spent her nights in Billal’s room. She made it her home for now. I would not believe that she shared his bed. I could not believe that! He didn’t love her like I did. No one loved her like this. I would give my life for her. She was my life. Every breath I took, it was for her. I decided that today I would go to her and take her back. She belonged to me. She was mine.

I got up early before Shaeena awoke. I dressed and tiptoed out of the room. Billal’s chamber was upstairs on the second floor. I knew that Billal had gone hunting today with his friends. I had not wanted to sleep last night. I knew Billal would leave before dawn. I wanted to be awake when I heard the men leave the palace.

I tiptoed up the stairs barefoot and ran to the room where my beloved slept inside. My heart was racing so fast that I thought it would burst. I took a deep breath and slowly and quietly opened the door. Thankfully, it was not locked. As I stepped inside, I slowly closed and locked the door. I barely saw Loula’s sleepy form. I tiptoed slowly toward the bed, and my eyes watered up at the sight of her. I could not resist, so I undressed quickly, got in the bed, and lay right next to her. I held my breath as my heart pounded in my ears. If she woke up now, she would be startled, and she might scream. Then I would be in big trouble.

I slipped my arm slowly around her waist and pulled her close to my naked body. Loula purred and wiggled closer to me. I could tell she was still sleeping by the way she was breathing. I caressed her body lightly, and she arched her body backward, accepting my caresses, as she always had in the past. My hold tightened around her waist, and my lips pressed on hers. Heat raced through my entire body, and I was on fire. I lifted her nightgown and pulled down her underwear. I rolled on top of her, and she parted her legs and allowed my shaft to enter her.

I pounded into her with such force that I almost exploded immediately. I heard her moan with delight, and she lifted her bottom in rhythm with mine. It was a moment of pleasure that was beyond any words. A few minutes later, we both exploded at the same time. Her fingers tightened around my bottom as her nails dug deep into my skin. Electricity hit me from the top of my head all the way down to my feet as I continued to pump my shaft inside her. She called out my name in the dark. The passion between us was powerful. I could not stop moving inside her. She did not want me to stop. She begged me not to stop. I lost all my senses.

As I rode her, we both climaxed together. My body shook violently as the spasms spread throughout my entire body. We could not stop. We did not know how to. I missed her so much. I loved her so much it hurt. Loula’s fingers traced my body as if she were making sure that it was me she just made love to. I confirmed her suspicions with the seal of a kiss. And she hungrily kissed me back, bruising my lips with hers. The sun slowly allowed its rays to enter through the window, and I saw Loula’s lovely face. She greeted me with a smile.

Spent, I lay sideways, my shaft still inside her. I looked into her beautiful eyes and cried. I cried for all the nights I had lain alone without her. I whispered my love for her, and she cried a river. I told her I missed her so much, and she swore her love for me. I trembled in her arms. She took my breath away.

I told her I was sorry, and she forgave me. She forgave all my mistakes and clung to me for dear life. Her hips started to sway back and forth, and my manhood prepared itself for another round of lovemaking. This time, it was different than all the other times. I knew she was mine. She would always be mine, now and forever until death do us part. My lovemaking branded her to me. My seed spilled inside her, claiming her soul. I wanted her to carry my baby. And I would stop at nothing to make that happen.

We lay quietly next to each other, each in our own thoughts. We were tired, exhausted, and happy.

Loula looked into my eyes and asked passionately, “What took you so long to come to me?”

My heart burst with joy. I did not want to tell her that I wanted to come sooner, but that I feared she might reject me. I could not mouth those words. They were horrible words. I closed my eyes shut and took a long deep breath before I answered her.

“I am here now. That is all that matters, my love.”

I squeezed her tightly into my arms, and I heard her cry softly. Her tears dripped onto my chest. Each teardrop that touched my skin burned my skin. I was being tortured for the damage I had done. I cried with her. I wanted to take her suffering away. But she cried even more and clung to me for dear life. I regretted the day I had hurt her. I would protect her from anguish. I would guide her to happiness, a place she so richly deserved.

It is told that some souls are linked across space and time, connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages of ages. If you listen to the language of lovers, you will hear the echoes of that infantile bliss that whispers softly in the air, across the universe into other dimensions as two souls unite again and again, satisfying their thirst for love. They feel complete only when their hearts are united in harmony.

If that harmony is broken, the links that connect the souls break, and they get lost into an eternity of torture until they call out for mercy and the gods set them free. And then they search into infinity until they reunite and become one once again.

I held her close to my heart. Breathlessly, I boldly declared my love for her and demanded she love me back in return. She answered recklessly without a second thought that she would kill me if I left her again. Then she demanded that I take her once again to heights of passion, and she thrust her body onto mine and kissed me wildly. I lost myself inside her as she rode with me to places of the heart.