Sweet Obsession (5 page)

I was overwhelmed. Nidal noticed and held me tight. The cheering grew louder and louder. The fireworks started as everyone stared and cheered.
What a night this is going to be.

Little, wide-eyed children walked up to me, reached over, and handed me flowers. Hundreds of children were forming a circle around us, and they started singing a song. Soon the huge crowd sang along with them, and I looked up at Nidal. He was staring down at me with such love, adoration to be exact. I swallowed, not knowing what to say.

This welcome and acceptance I was receiving from the people of Arabia, Nidal’s people, touched me. It was easy to see that they loved their prince as he stood proudly and bowed to the crowd. The people clapped thunderously and cheered loudly with tears of joy that, at last, the prince had brought a wife to them: a princess, their future queen. Finally, they accepted me, and I was overwhelmed with joy.

The fun had begun. There was dancing in the streets, and fires were ablaze everywhere as the cooks roasted lambs on spits. The mouthwatering aroma traveled in the air, making everyone a victim of hunger. There was wine, and everyone was drinking to our health, or so they said. It was a merry night. I looked up and saw the stars twinkle in the dark sky, as if they also danced to the song of approval. It was an unforgettable night.

Nidal never let go of my hand as we walked around the streets greeting everyone. The people were so kind to me. Their acceptance touched my heart. Nidal stopped and talked with everyone we encountered. He was genuinely happy, and his smile made his face glow with the love he felt for his people. I was so proud of him. My heart swelled with happiness.

Sometime later into the night, after we were stuffed with delicious food and wine and had greeted about a million people, I felt exhausted, but Nidal asked me to dance with him. I could not deny him this. My handsome prince swirled me around the dance floor as all the onlookers applauded. I was getting a little dizzy, so I rested my head on his shoulders. Nidal pulled my body closer to his. The music slowed down. The song they were playing was slow and sensual, and we moved to the rhythm of the music, relaxing in each other’s arms.

Nidal’s lips touched my neck, kissing me softly, and I felt goose bumps go up and down my spine. I closed my eyes and lost myself in his arms.

Nidal squeezed me tight, and when I looked up at him, he leaned down and whispered hoarsely, “Loula, you are torturing me with that look. Let’s disappear for a few hours. I need you now.”

I kissed his lips in response, not caring who saw us. He pulled me closer to him, and I could feel his groin rubbing against my thigh. I closed my eyes, and his lips softly brushed mine.

“Please, Loula,” he begged.

His hold tightened even more, and I completely lost my senses and almost fell to the ground. I was overwhelmed with love for this man, and I was not able to deny him a single thing. I wanted to disappear with my prince. I was also aching to lie next to him naked and feel his body touching mine. Just the thought of this made me crazy.

Just then, the king walked up to us and demanded I dance with him as he put out his hand for me to take it. I looked up at Nidal, and he nodded and released me from his grip. I walked over to the king, and he took me in his arms and whisked me away from my prince and onto the middle of the dance floor, giving the onlookers something to gossip about.

I could see Nidal from where I danced, and he did not look too happy that his father had taken me away from him. The king and I danced for a while before he passed me on to his men. They all took a turn with me on the dance floor, and I knew Nidal was upset. The cold look in his eyes gave him away. His eyes never once left mine. I knew he felt tortured watching me. He looked frozen as he stood there alone, watching and thinking with a moody expression on his face and hands stiff at his sides. He was ready at any moment to whisk me away from everyone.

If he could hide me away in a bottle and keep me to himself, that is exactly what he would do. He is that obsessed, and the funny part is that I would love every second of it.

The gentleman I was now dancing with, who was much shorter than I was, turned me around and was trying to keep up pace with the steps to the dance. My eyes traveled to where Nidal stood. I saw him sigh with distress as he motioned for me to come to him. So I smiled sweetly at the nice gentleman and pulled away.

I walked to Nidal, and I saw a sign of relief on his beautiful face. He exhaled as he pulled me into his arms and squeezed me hard. His lips tasted of wine. I could feel his heart beat rapidly. I looked up into his face, and the look he gave me said only one thing. We both knew what we had to do next as we hurriedly walked up the pavement away from all the people and noise and headed toward the palace.

Nidal lifted me up sideways and half-walked, half-ran up the stairs as bystanders stood there watching us with disbelief. He ignored all the greetings from his people as we passed them by, and finally when we reached the top of the stairs to the palace, Nidal put me down and pulled me by the hand. The music seemed far away as we turned down the corridor and ran to our chamber. I was pulled into his arms and kissed so tenderly that I lost control of my senses.

The door flew open, and we entered our room. Nidal kicked the door shut. He threw me against the wall and kissed me with such passion. His hands were feeling my body up and down, reassuring himself that I still belonged to him. He moaned and groaned, and his passion leeched out, so violent and passionate, that I lost control as I was swept in this circle of lust with him.

With trembling hands, he unbuttoned my gown. As it fell to the floor, he was surprised to see that I wore no undergarments. I was stark naked. Nidal went crazy. He moaned as he pushed me hard against the wall, and at that moment, he lost all reason with reality. I could not keep up with him anymore. I was in total submission in his arms. All this passion inside me awakened and threatened to explode into a thousand pieces. I took control of myself and grabbed his pantaloons with trembling fingers, feeling for the strings. I pulled it, and it fell to the floor. I reached in his underpants and felt his shaft, huge and hot. I was ready for what was about to come next. At that moment, Nidal froze, grabbed my hand, and pushed it away from him.

With pleading in his eyes, he whispered painfully, “Don’t.”

I felt as if a ton of bricks had come crashing down on me. Nidal pulled back with a hurt look on his face. I was stunned. My chest felt tight. My hands were still trembling, and my lips still felt bruised from his lovemaking as I repeated his words that echoed from my lips.

“Don’t? Don’t what?”

His words baffled me. I looked up at him, questioning his behavior. He sat there helpless like a lovesick puppy, just looking at me with pleading eyes to understand what he was feeling. I could not—did not—understand. He looked tortured.
This man sucks the very life out of me.

There was silence as I waited. He could not speak. He tried a few times and stopped. It was difficult for him to express himself at this very moment. He closed his eyes and squeezed them tightly. Minutes went by in utter silence, and then his eyes opened. He had that look again, the one that looked deep into my soul. His eyes watered up. I braced myself. I thought I knew what he was about to say, but my thoughts had been going a little crazy. I was standing here right in front of a man with no clothes on, a man with a hard-on that doesn’t ever go away. I tried to take my eyes off it and look up into his face. He still had the same facial expression, a mixture of love and pain.

By this time, I was feeling cold standing naked, leaning against the stone wall, and waiting for Nidal to decide what he wanted to say.

Finally, he spoke, “Are you cold?”

I could tell he was concerned. I shook my head in answer, and he put both his hands on the wall, locking me in the middle. He was so tall.

He leaned his head closer to me and whispered softly, “I need to know the truth.” Then he came a little closer, near enough that I could feel his warm breath on my face. “I need to know if you feel the same for me as I feel for you. It is very important to me to know the truth, Loula.” He whispered in a soft voice, “I want to make love to you only if you feel the same way as I do. If you do not feel the same way, then I prefer to wait until you do.” He spoke in a tortured voice.

He looked incredibly sexy at this very moment. It was hard for me to concentrate.
How could he think I feel anything less than he does? I am totally and crazy in love with him.

“Loula,” he said, frustrated now. “Tell me the truth,” he whispered hoarsely. He put both his hands on my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. “I can’t live this way. I need to know now,” he said in a tortured voice as he waited again for my answer.

I looked into his eyes and felt the pain there. I knew that, no matter what I said to him, it would not be enough. He was totally insecure.
So where do I start? What do I say?

“Nidal,” I said softly. I looked at him tenderly as he waited for my response. I could tell he was getting nervous.
Is he afraid of my answer?

I had to say reassuring words to him. I had to choose my words very carefully to make him feel secure with our relationship. Otherwise, he would suffer and act out, and I would have to pay the price.
I do not wish Nidal to be in pain. I want him to be happy. Love is a happy thing, not sad and hurtful.

“Nidal,” I said again, praying he would believe my next words. “I have been in love with you from the first time I saw you ten years ago. I just did not realize it.” He was searching my eyes to see if I were telling him the truth. I took his hand and held it. “I feel strong feelings for you, Nidal.”

He sighed with relief upon hearing this and waited for me to finish. I could see light in his eyes. They were shinier now. His face relaxed and loosened up, and he lightly put both hands on my waist.

“You are my life now, my heart and my soul. I cannot, even if I wanted to, live without you, Nidal. It is too late. I have reached a point of no return. I love you very much,” I told him lovingly.

Nidal lost control, quickly lifted me up in the air, and placed me on his shaft. He took my breath away. He was making love to me standing up, right here by the wall. His hands on my waist were helping my body move up and down. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and brought my lips down hard on his. It was an electrifying moment as our bodies trembled in the heat of passion. Instantly, we both reached our peak at the same time, and Nidal was beside himself with lust as he called out my name in his husky voice until he was spent.

I relaxed my chin on his head as he held me tightly, and whisphered softly, “I love you.”

If all this that we just shared did not confirm to him what we both felt for each other, then all hope was lost. Nidal lifted me gently and placed my feet back on the ground. He took me in his embrace and held me tight to his chest. I knew he was satisfied, and I smiled and relaxed in his arms. It was the most beautiful night of both our lives, a night full of promises and love, an unforgettable night where two souls became one.

Chapter Two
Loula

D
ays later, I found myself looking out onto the terrace. The gardens were in full bloom, and there was a promise of summer approaching. I had never seen such beauty before. Lush green lawns with roses in all colors had bloomed everywhere. I ran outside joyfully to see all the beauty from a closer point of view. I saw paradise in front of me as a light breeze caressed my face. I closed my eyes, sucked in the fresh air, and just stood there listening to the wind chimes play their seducing music softly as my mind relaxed in meditation mode.

It did not take Nidal long to find me. He quickly hid the worried expression on his face and covered it with a smile. Even after all this time, all the lovemaking, and all the reassuring words we had shared, Nidal still felt insecure. So it was my job to constantly remind him that he was my whole world and there would never be another to take his place ever.

I reached over to him and kissed him tenderly. I saw that light in his eyes that appeared right before he wanted to make love to me.
Why is it never enough for him?
We had sex every night, every morning, and, many times, even in the late afternoons, and still, it was not enough. That worried me because I knew he still felt insecure and that could cause problems in this relationship.

He already had me locked up in his room all day, and when I had the chance to exit the room, he was right behind me within seconds. If I didn’t love him so much and understand him the way I did, I would feel suffocated. Nidal pulled me into his grip and kissed me hungrily. Every time he did that, it felt like the very first time. The gardeners were busy watering the lawn, but that did not stop them from glancing over at us.

Nidal was in his own little world, oblivious to anyone or anything around him as he pressed his groin against my womanhood, sending ripples of sensation throughout my entire body. I saw one of the gardeners drop his bucket and stare at us with his mouth agape, and behind him walked a young servant girl holding a basket of vegetables staring bashfully at us. I realized that we had an audience. I quickly pulled away from Nidal, and he gave me a questioning look, just as one of the servants came running to us and announced a visitor.

Princess Shaeena elegantly made her way to us, looking as beautiful as ever. She was dressed in a maroon silk gown that showed off her tiny waist. Her hair was long and flowing. The cascading locks emanated a fragrance in the air. She wore diamond earrings with a matching diamond necklace that sported a teardrop going down her cleavage. With a wicked smile on her lips, she walked right up to Nidal and kissed him on his lips. Nidal tensed as he gently pulled away from her and took hold of my hand, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by the princess. Her smile faded quickly when she looked at me with jealousy written all over her face as she finally acknowledged my presence as well. I smiled sweetly at her, trying to hide my annoyance, but she saw right through me. My prince was unaware of the tension in the air.