AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He stole kisses in the garden, along the wall, under trees and in them. He stole kisses in unused corridors and in vacant rooms. He stole them in the middle of the night in her bedroom. Until by eighteen and twenty, he was no longer stealing kisses, but something far more precious. The passion that bloomed between them was unlike anything else he had ever experienced and his first exploration of the female body was uncertain, urgent, and exquisite.
And then it was over.
Jahan was not a princess, but she was a wealthy noble. Her father had intentions for her and had procured a wonderful suitor. Jahan protested, saying that she loved another, but that resulted in a severe punishment that at the very least included a sharp slap across the face. They left that same day, before Ahmed could even protest their departure. He had considered many times saying that he, the crown prince, craved her hand, but he worried that speaking up might further destroy her reputation. If her father learned of their clandestine affairs, he might become enraged.
In the end, Ahmed could not understand his true power and allowed Jahan to marry another. She wrote him only a single letter stating that he was a cruel, uncaring man who used her for his own selfish pleasures only to toss her aside when it was no longer convenient to have her. She accused him of being too afraid to stand up to her father.
He had to admit he was right. He wrote her back only to say he was sorry. They had not spoken since.
Ahmed fell silent as his story came to a close, his eyes staring off into the distance, thinking of a past time with a past girl whom he had once loved very deeply. She was but a fading memory now, but one that would not leave him be completely. He could not decide whether he wanted to hold her in his memories forever or if he wished to cast her aside until he was free from the guilt of having not been brave enough to stand up for her.
A soft, small hand slipped onto his, startling him back to the present. He turned to see that Keisha was looking at him with a soft smile. She squeezed his hand firmly and he returned the gesture.
“You still care for this woman?” Keisha asked hesitantly, as though uncertain if she truly wished to know the honest answer.
Ahmed considered that. Did he still care for Jahan? Yes, yes he did. She had been such an integral part of his life for many years and she had been for him the very first taste of love. He would not and could not forget that, whatever he might wish for in his heart. She had taught him two very important things: there is no greater loss than that of love and that love is worth doing anything and everything for.
Finally, Ahmed looked up to Keisha and smiled. “I do, but I am not that boy any more than she is that same girl. We have both grown and while I regret my actions, I do not regret our relationship for it has taught me lessons I could not have hoped to learn otherwise. It has taught me how to be a better man in this relationship and to fight for this love with all that I have, because it is the only thing worth fighting for.”
He pulled her close to him and leaned his face down until they were inches apart. They were close enough that he could feel her breath against his mouth, causing a shudder of sensation to travel the length of his body. Searching her eyes for permission, it was only when he found it there shining back at him, that he closed the remaining distance and covered his mouth with hers.
She was just as sweet as he remembered and when her tongue slid across his lower lip, he knew that he needed more moments of this for the rest of his days.
Chapter Nine
Heat swept through Keisha suddenly and with a vengeance. The kiss was meant to be sweet, tender, but it sent an explosion through her that could not be denied. She craved more from him than mere passing caresses or the soft pressure of his lips. Instead, she wanted the heat that came from their union. So her tongue slipped along his lower lips, inviting him to take what was rightfully his as her husband.
He shuddered against her touch and his mouth opened so that his tongue might slip out to meet hers. They battled, sliding against each other, each desperate to taste the other.
Ahmed’s hand went to her shoulders and began there, slipping along their gentle curve until he found soft, supple skin. His touch was like lightning and she knew without question that he felt the same surge of energy fill his body.
Their control and restraint dissolved quickly after that, Ahmed’s hands suddenly fumbling with her clothing, urging it away from her body so that he might reveal more of her tanned skin. Keisha’s hands went into his hair, patiently allowing him to disrobe her, because he always needed to see her naked first if he could. There was something carnal about his need and she embraced it wholeheartedly, because the way he touched the skin he exposed was like worship.
He undid her top, sliding it off her shoulders. She had to remove her hands from his hair for a moment so that he could do it, but thankfully she didn’t have to break the kiss, not until he insisted on viewing her full, round breasts.
His hands went to them, weighing them each in the palms of his hands. His voice was hoarse, filled with lust and a deep, passionate need that had awakened possibly the very moment they had met, “They will grow as our child grows in your womb.” His thumbs reached up and ran over her nipples, causing them to become hard and pointed.
Keisha sucked in a harsh breath, leaning back slightly and arching her back so that her breasts were pushed farther into his waiting and eager hands. “Will you like that, my love?” she asked, her voice breathy with heat.
He leaned forward and slid his tongue along her left breast, sliding up from the very underside it, along the full slope until he reached the peak. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it softly.
She let out a soft moan as her breath caught and the sensation sent tendrils of pleasure throughout her system.
When he let the nipple slip from his mouth, he answered with a hot breath against the damp spot he’d left on her skin, “I enjoy your body already and I will enjoy it as it changes to grow our child and I will enjoy it after. You are so beautiful, my love, my Keisha.”
He laid her back on the lounge there and she could feel a soft breeze coming in through the large window on her left, the sheer curtains fluttering mildly beneath it. His hands moved down from her breasts, sliding over her ribcage and into the valley of her belly where it would soon grow in size until she was ready to give birth. For now, it was slim, flat beneath his fingertips. He paused at her belly, however, and leaned his face down to it. He pressed a soft kiss there, a reminder that he knew she was pregnant and he loved both mother and child unquestioningly already.
Then he moved lower.
His hands went over her hips, catching the skirt that clung to her curves. He slipped it down over her until it was across her thighs and he had revealed her more intimate areas, her lips glistening already with moisture, ready for his swollen member. His hands left her skirt to focus on her thighs, his thumbs moving inward so that he could squeeze the flesh there and pull them slightly apart from one another. That was when he dipped his face between her legs and allowed his mouth to kiss her nether region.
She arched her back and let out a long, soft moan, a gentle plea for him to continue and to not tease her.
He laughed a little softly against her soft lips and his fingers met his mouth to slip between her folds. She cried out again, a little louder this time, as his finger slipped inside of her. He began to massage her from within and she began to pant with need. He added a second finger as his tongue slipped across her most sensitive nub.
She begged him for more then, crying out his name, “Ahmed!”
He obliged her by pulling away. He jerked her skirt the rest of the way off, letting it fall with a soft flutter to the floor near his feet, before working on his own clothing. With hazy, desire filled eyes, half lidded, she saw him bare his sculpted chest and watched as he revealed that his member was already swollen and thick with desire. She watched as his hand stroked his own length twice before returning to her.
