Hope de LucaI see Mahjub in front of me with his hand extended in a silent invitation. Seeing him without his typical attire makes me let out a new, loud gasp, which becomes embarrassing. I roll my eyes and see him smiling at my reaction.Like a foolishly infatuated person, I gave him my hand and let him lead me out of the car. Without saying a word, Mahjub guides me along the pier to the enormous yacht.“Did you reserve a transatlantic liner?” I ask, surprised at the sight of the huge yacht.“Stop exaggerating, it only has four decks and the command bridge on top.” I look at Mahjub in astonishment.“If this doesn’t impress you, I can’t imagine what would…”Before I can finish, I feel his large, firm hand squeezing my waist. I let a smile form, perhaps enjoying this possessive side of him that I didn’t know existed and had no idea he had.“There are some things that would impress me quite a lot…” the prince whispers in my ear.“There’s breakfast waiting for us on board. I know you ha
Mahjub Al-MakkiBut it was time to talk to the woman I was blessed with and let slip through my fingers."I don't care that you're no longer a virgin, that you gave yourself to Guilherme or any other idiot, I just want to beg for your forgiveness and the chance to make you happy. I know I can do that, Hope, I can make you happy, let me show you..."I say, taking advantage of her vulnerability, after all, she had sat on my lap as soon as I picked her up at the airport. And, if it weren't for the fact that we needed to talk, I would have made love to her right there, among the various roses in the car.I inhaled her sweet perfume that was emanating from her soft skin, feeling increasingly excited. Something I hadn't felt for another woman in a long time.I see her sad eyes change and a warm flame ignite, making it clear that she desires me in the same way. She wants me and not just to fool around with this small woman who is now beneath my body, sliding her hands over my shoulders."Tak
Mahjub Al-MakkiYour question makes me inhale deeply and tilt my head against the wall without taking my eyes off Hope; her light hair was tied to the side, making her look beautiful. I wish I could tell her that's what I want most."We can't, you're engaged, and I'm sure you don't want to end it with him in the midst of an argument," I say gently.I see her look become a little sadder, and I pull her into my arms, still leaning against the wall, wrapping one arm around her waist, and smile, realizing how small my little swan really is. Hope is petite, only reaching up to my chest, compared to Laís, who reaches my chin, and Zara, who is almost my height. I have a wonderful feeling, as if my protective instinct is emerging, seeing my woman there in my arms."You look beautiful when you seem frustrated, you know?" I say before kissing her lips tenderly."What have you prepared for me?" Hope asks me."You'll need to come in and find out," I say, narrowing our distance even more. "Don't w
Mahjub Al-MakkiI grab the collar of her shirt, and with a violent tug, tear the fabric, leaving her bra, which was matching that ridiculous loincloth, exposed. This only excites me further; I feel like my dick is almost bursting out of the swim trunks I'm wearing, but now I'm not going to hide it."Take it off!" I command.The sparkle in her eyes catches my attention, and I know she approves of how I spoke."Say it again..." Hope requests in a whisper."Take it off now!" My voice comes out with an even heavier command.I see her smile and close her legs, probably to ease the discomfort, little does she know I will still torture her for a few hours until she's so exhausted she sleeps like a log.I observe her breasts swollen with arousal and her nipple hardened with desire; I grasp both, squeezing her rosy nipples, massaging them as if they were the beads of my masbaha. The moan she lets out is like a wonderful melody that doesn't compare to any I've ever heard before.Our breaths are
Hope de LucaHow did things go wrong so quickly...Everything was wonderful, just minutes away from feeling that filling, which was clearly going to be immense, to completely satisfy me. But I needed to tell him that I was still a virgin that Guilherme had never touched me beyond the few kisses and caresses we had exchanged.Seeing Mahjub leave the room and leaving me naked alone terrified me. He was furious, and I could see in his eyes the desire to do something. He misunderstood everything, and this could end in tragedy. I got out of bed as fast as I could and saw the door opening slowly.“What happened here? Better yet, what was Mahjub doing in your room in just his briefs because I saw him in just his briefs,” Zara said with a laugh.I got out of bed wrapped in a sheet, worried about what that angry Arab might do. Zara looked at me, startled, and remained silent for the first time in her life. I walked to my suitcase and grabbed the first bikini I saw in front of me, without carin
Mahjub Al-MakkiStill with eyes full of fury, I stared at Guilherme, who was still huffing with anger in front of me. I struggled to free myself from the arms of my brother and brother-in-law, while I saw Ruslan helping the idiotic nerd.I watched as the girls moved away from everyone and touched Henrique's arm, who was trying hard to keep me under control.“Let me go, I need to deal with what this idiot did to my woman…” I said, still enraged.“As far as I know, you don’t have a woman, since you can’t keep it in your pants!” Guilherme said, pointing at my trousers.“That was in the past. At least I wasn’t an idiot, standing idle while someone manipulated a meeting…” I threw in his face what apparently he hadn’t even realized.I felt Henrique’s grip loosen on me. I continued to stare at Guilherme, who now seemed to be understanding my point of view.“Impossible…” he said, freeing himself from Ruslan’s arms.“You’re a fool who didn’t realize Pietra’s visit to your hotel was staged!” I
Hope de LucaIt had been some time since a woman had left some drinks, fruits, juices, and water. I’m sure it was the work of the protective men who were still in the same hall. We had already talked about a bit of everything, and in a way, we were happy. I began to hear footsteps approaching. But no one looked back; we waited for the person to say something.“Pietra?” Guilherme’s voice was low.I looked at her, meeting her gaze, and there was a question there.“He loves you. Talk to him. I know how anxious he is and that he has been waiting for you all these months!” I said, holding her hand.I smiled at her and didn’t change my position. I was wearing a huge hat to avoid the sun on my head and was lying face down, enjoying the hot sun in Capri to get a tan, as I had been enduring the harsh winter in Moscow for months.I went back to chatting with the girls who were still there, even though Pietra had gone to talk things out with Guilherme. If Allah wills, they will work things out,
Hope de LucaMy hands go to my mouth in surprise at what Mahjub is doing. How could he?Tears begin to flow from my eyes uncontrollably, moved by his gesture."Do you want this? To be by my side and enjoy a life with me, to build a family and help me take care of Sudan? To become my wife, the woman I needed to distance myself from to discover that what, I felt, was not frustration, but a passion that began to grow within me, and I didn't know how to handle all those feelings.""Mahjub..." I whisper.He gently takes my hand, his gaze moving to the ring on my ring finger. With care, he removes it and places it beside him on the bed.“If we are going to make love, as it’s evident how much we desire each other, I want at the very least to be in a relationship with you. It won’t be casual sex; I will make you my wife this afternoon, Hope de Luca…”Mahjub was on one knee, and I watched as he puts his hand in his shirt pocket and pulls out an ivory-colored box. The scene I had always dreamed
Between Wines, LoveZara AlcântaraMy youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each no
Sheik Mahjub Al-MakkiI see the guard shaking his head, and I enter the apartment with my bag, hoping my mother has packed something for me to wear tonight!I walk through the space I already know well and start to smell the perfume my wife is wearing. I smile when I see that she received the red and white roses I ordered yesterday to congratulate her on the stylish completion of her time at the Bolshoi.It's something she handled within herself. Despite my deep concern over not having my wife with me full-time in the last six months, I know it's been even more difficult and exhausting for her. I saw her face thinning out in the last month, with the insane routine she was enduring, the little time she took to rest.I saw her trying to juggle being at home, being present by my side, and trying to fulfill her ballet performance schedule.I entered the bedroom, and to my surprise, my mother had packed a tuxedo in the bag. My intention was to wear traditional clothes, but why not repeat t
One Year LaterSheikh Mahjub Al-MakkiWho would have thought that Allah would bless me as He did. Five years ago, I discovered the so-called “rock bottom”, a Brazilian expression my parents brought into our home, and with much pain, I discovered the real meaning of that phrase.After our honeymoon, there was the celebration of my assuming leadership of our entire nation. Despite the implementation of a democratic government in Sudan over the years, something that pushes the poorest parts of my country into misery every day, we continue to do our best for those who seek us out.It was a beautiful celebration, and my wife, as always, was wonderful by my side. Day after day, Hope continues to surprise everyone with her approach to the various charities she has embraced with such care.The main one is the “Sudanese Ballerinas”. When she's not taking care of our home and family, she's helping and teaching young women in our country to stand on their toes and dance as beautifully as she doe
Hope Al-MakkiI'm the person who once hated him for what he did, who didn't want to hear about him anymore. Now, my only desire is to feel my husband unraveling inside me.I slide my hands from his shoulders and hold my breasts, gently squeezing, letting him see what I'm doing. His movements intensify, and with each new thrust, I get closer to a new orgasm.My muscles start to contract, just as my legs begin to have small spasms. Our breaths were quickened and uneven."So good!""Ohhhh..." My mind was jelly at that moment.We were tired after almost a week without proper sleep and mainly missing sharing the bedside by side. My husband has slight spasms, showing that he reached his peak, as I had my own orgasm.I open my eyes and see my husband taking in air, his face starting to show fatigue from all the excitement we've had in the last week. This will be the best memory we'll have."We still have several hours until we land, how about a little nap?" He asks me."It will be wonderful,
Hope Al-MakkiOur party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from
Mahjub Al-MakkiMy heart was skipping with happiness; there were only minutes left until I saw Hope entering the grand hall, and my anxiety was almost out of control. I was desperate with longing and just wanted her by my side.Matheus and Zara were next to me, trying to keep me from running off to find my swan. I saw my parents dancing joyfully, and it was impossible not to feel the same enthusiasm they were feeling at that moment. Even the imam was festive; he was dancing among my family members.Then the music changed, and I turned towards the same doors I had entered just a few minutes ago. I felt my hands sweating, and then I saw my beautiful swan. She was wearing a dress that revealed she truly was a princess… My princess!Hope was in her completely sparkling white dress, making her the center of attention. The voluminous skirt prevented her from dancing more freely as she entered the hall alongside her parents, with her siblings right behind them. As is our culture, the two f
Mahjub Al-MakkiI couldn’t be happier. We've been celebrating for three days straight, with many festivities, dances, tributes, visits from heads of state, celebrities, and most importantly, seeing the happiness of both our families around us.These are the same families I once deeply hurt by not understanding and accepting the choices my parents made for me and even Hope’s parents made for her. I didn’t accept their choices for me, and in a very hard way, I discovered that I lost precious time alongside my swan, whom I watched mature from a distance.I look at the whole party happening on this side of the hall. My brothers were having fun, going in and out of the curtains, watching Hope prepare to enjoy her own party. I wanted so much to be near her, to see how nervous she must be. To participate in each of the stages she is going through.We haven’t seen each other for practically a week, and we’ve barely spoken since everyone has been doing their best to complicate any moment I cou
Hope de LucaI looked at my fiancé, who extended his hand and pulled me into his arms. We heard exclamations from everyone present and some laughter too.“I miss you,” he said, his lips touching my forehead.“I miss you too!” I nestled into his arms.We heard our families socializing, my parents talking with my in-laws, who were gifting them with small jewelry boxes. But at that moment, I was captivated by Mahjub's gaze. He seemed to be scanning every part of my face, making me blush and showing that my health was better.I looked to the side when I felt a subtle touch on my waist. Ruslan was there with the case containing my gift for Mahjub. I took the box and turned to face my prince.“The first time I gave this to you, I saw you as a fairy tale prince who needed something to remember my existence,” I said, watching him open the case. “Today, we are on a completely different level. This piece is no longer just a reminder but a symbol of my love for you.”I took the masbaha from his
Hope de LucaReligion forbids us from touching or having intimacy before marriage; it is a law imposed by the Quran, one that I have already made my beautiful prince break. I hear him asking for forgiveness daily, and of course, I also ask for forgiveness. But I would never stop sleeping by his side.However, the wedding was approaching, and my mother-in-law made us separate a bit to obey the laws, the same ones we had been breaking since our reunion. We hadn't seen each other for a few days already, and we still had the next few days to endure the longing of sharing the same room.After we met my friend and his father, we spent almost a month in Washington. I wanted to be close to Guilherme, to be his friend as I always had been. Even though there were still some reports about our engagement, I would not stop being by his side.To ease the whole situation and exposure that Guilherme was going through, my father decided to cancel the marriage proposal that Gui had made. He wrote a not