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
Hope de LucaMahjub’s hand moves to my ankle, lifting it to his lips as he kisses my foot and around my ankle. I press my thighs together in an attempt to control my desire, but to my surprise, Mahjub lies down between my legs and starts licking my pussy as if it were a damn ice cream cone.I’m so desperate for pleasure that I arch my back off the bed and spread my legs even wider, savoring everything he’s doing.“Mahjub…” I whimper.“I know, my swan!” he responds, his voice filled with satisfaction.Before I could say anything else, my gaze went towards that part of him pulsing in my direction. I saw the enormous veins all along its length and a rosy head gleaming with his pre-cum. I couldn't help but smile at the size that, in a few minutes, would be exploring the lake where this little swan still resides.I was sure I would feel immeasurable pain after seeing the size of his length that would soon be trying to force its way inside me. I smiled at the thought of the affectionate nic
Mahjub Al-MakkiThe private beach was an idea Pietra’s mother had given me, a way to have a quiet moment away from everyone's eyes. The plan was to take her there, declare my feelings, and give her back the ring that once belonged to her, hoping this time it wouldn’t be returned.However, I had no idea I would be so upset by Hope’s reaction, nor did I expect her to pull back the way she did, giving me the foolish idea that Guilherme had done something to hurt her. The thought that she was hurt in such a way brought back the pain I believed I had caused her. That's why I became so enraged.I loved riding the jet ski with her holding tightly around my waist and her face pressed against my back. Arriving at our little hideaway and understanding why Hope retreated in bed brought me immense happiness, knowing she had never been touched. It made me feel a burning sensation in my chest that I had never known before, something so possessive yet protective at the same time.The new feeling blo
Mahjub Al-MakkiI feel her body contracting, she writhes beneath me as a smile spreads across her lips. I can’t resist the desire; I open my eyes and see her biting her lower lip. I kiss the same spot she bit and speed up a bit more, feeling my own desire and need about to explode.I quicken my movements, thrusting in and out, feeling her legs tighten even more around my hips. I see her body arching off the sand. Her face starts to relax, and I realize she just had a delicious orgasm. I smile and feel my own climax exploding inside Hope, thrusting a few more times before collapsing on top of her, breathless after our little play.I see her enchanting smile appearing as I catch my breath after making love to my woman right there on the beach.“Do you think your parents will accept me again?” she asks, seeming a bit insecure.“I don’t care about their opinions right now, my little swan. I only care about your feelings and desires!” I affirm, holding her chin.With our eyes locked, I sho
Mahjub Al-MakkiI stretched my arm and managed to grab my phone. I was startled to realize I had already missed the time for Sallat by a considerable amount. I got up slowly so as not to wake Hope, after all, it was barely five in the morning.I moved away from the bed and went to the bathroom to purify myself. I had committed too many sins to simply step onto my prayer rug and pray to Allah. I put on a thobe and positioned myself facing Mecca with my masbaha in hand, beginning my prayer.I recited my usual daily prayer with the added request that Hope always be under Allah’s protection. I was so focused and immersed in my prayer that I didn’t notice Hope had gotten up and was praying behind me.“Good morning!” I said as soon as she finished her prayer.“Good morning, why didn’t you wake me?” she said, her face still full of sleep.“You were sleeping…” I turned to face her on the prayer rug. “I don’t expect you to follow the religion.”Her smile grew, and I felt the desire rising agai
Carolina Alcântara Al-MakkiI take a deep breath before entering my father-in-law Salim's room. It saddened me to see how old age was taking a toll on his health. My husbands were also sad, witnessing how the man who encouraged them to become brothers rather than rivals in our triad was now suffering. He had taught them, through his own experiences, how to handle conflicts. My father-in-law was the reason Bruno and Hassan became like brothers, ensuring they stayed united and prioritized my needs.We knew that when Salim was finally discharged from the hospital, it was only so he could pass away surrounded by family and loved ones. As I enter the room, I see the nurses near his bedside. When they see me, they step back and bow.I approach the bed and lower the rail, so I can be closer to the sheikh and my father-in-law, whom I have been caring for as if he were the father I never had.“Good morning, babi!” His eyes open, and he stops passing the masbaha through his fingers.“Good morni
Carolina Alcântara Al-MakkiThere would be a celebration that day, with everyone singing and dancing, knowing we were going to surprise Mahjub for his birthday. Everyone was eagerly waiting for my husband to bring our son back home. His birthday party would be tomorrow, and to our surprise, when I spoke with Francesca, Pietra's mother, I learned that Hope was there and that Mahjub was seeking her forgiveness.“They love each other, Carolina. Only a blind person couldn’t see what they feel for each other. I know what they’ve been through, but somehow it has been beneficial for both of them,” she said.“I’m surprised by this, Francesca!” I said, still in shock.“Mahjub went to the yacht, and I’m sure everyone will head there as soon as they rest a bit. You know I love having all your children here!” she began to laugh.“You’re lucky because after they got married, and in Zara’s case, she married your vineyards, they seem to have forgotten they have parents,” I said, feeling Bruno’s affe
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