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She wanted to be a woman, his woman. But it seemed like he never once looked at her as a mature woman. Whenever she tried doing something to impress him, it just felt insufficient, as he just scolded her and even told her not to do something that she could not do.

The desert shimmered silver in the starlit night as many thoughts ran through her mind.

She was sitting on the highest sand dune and was looking at the burning fire at a distance through the stillness of the night. A silhouetted figure was sitting in front of that fire, blocking the light.

Not even once did he come for her search, like he didn't care at all.

She was just a burden on him. He wouldn't even care if she went lost in this desert or worse, died.

She felt a squeeze at her heart. A need burned inside her to make her aware that Oman was only hers.

She loves him so much that it makes her heart yearn for him. She wants his eyes to only look at her. She burns with jealousy whenever the thought of some other beautiful woman in his arms comes to her mind.

She was just a mere girl. while he looked not less than a Sultan. No doubt he was so rude to her after their marriage. like he didn't want a small girl like her. He never once glanced her way. He used to ignore her; like she meant nothing to him.

But slowly, things started to change. During their journey, they came close. He started caring for her. But part of her was still in doubt. That what if he only thought of her as a burden on his shoulders.

He didn't tell her how he got injured and behaved like she couldn't understand anything even if he would tell her. She felt embarrassed about the fact that she was his wife for name's sake.

Tears started to fall down her cheeks. Soon, she started to sob, looking at the shining moon. The wind howled, making her shudder with cold. She wrapped her arms around herself.

She would never go back to him. She would just sit there on this high dune, and in the morning she would watch him depart with the mighty horse he had stolen from his friend's house, leaving her there in the desert.

"Why he is so mean" she told herself. She was used to talk to herself. It was a habit she'd acquired from being so much alone, and now it felt quite natural.

She made up scenarios in her mind and kept weeping.

On the other hand, Oman was well aware of her sitting on the high-altitude dune. In every five minutes, he would turn his head back and notice if she was still there. Thanks to the moon's bright glow, he could easily see her small figure sitting there.

She acts so immaturely. He didn't know how he would handle her further.

But she should understand that he is trying to do what is best for her. Her cute tantrums only make him desire her more. He was just worried for her safety; that's why he shouted at her.

She raised the irrelevant topic that she was also a woman. He went behind her and told her it was time to sleep. But she was so stubborn that she slapped his arm away in anger.

He snapped at her and told her not to come close to him. Since then she had been sitting there. When he knew the wind was quite cold, he again looked back to check on her, but she wasn't there.

Sudden horror crept into his head. Hurriedly, he got up and, taking a lantern with him, ran towards the direction of the large dunes.

"Tara," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The desert, a sea of sand stretches endlessly to the horizon. There was no sign of her.

He shouted her name again.

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and cursed loudly.

"Why are you shouting?" he heard Tara say when she was climbing up on the large dune, where he was standing.

The light of the lantern in his hand played tricks on his strong chest and arms. The only thing she could think of was how beautiful he was.

"Where?........ Where did you go?"

She looked dead in his eyes. The tears again started streaming down her face. With extreme difficulty she stoped her crying but one look at him made her heart clench.

"Why are you so concerned for a little girl?"

"Because this little girl is my wife. Only mine," he said, pointing at her.

Her chin wobbled. If I wasn't your wife, then would you still care for me?

He took small steps towards her, while she took small steps back.

The cool grains made her feet quiver.

"Where were you? So it was your plan, huh? to make me worried. You are not that innocent. You know how to make me run behind you. Maybe you are right; you are not a little girl. But my dear wife, still you are not a woman too," he said.

She managed to blink just before her eyes bugged right out of her head.

"Oh, then enlighten me. How can I be a woman?" Her tone was higher in pitch as if she was angry.

When he noticed her, she was at the edge of the dune. He took a big step and grabbed her, pulling her towards him, cradling her with a huge arm.

He leaned down and closed his eyes as he took in her scent.

"I'll surely make you a woman. Perhpas, you won't like the procedure. But I'll not stop when i will start that procedure. Even if you beg me to stop" he said in her ear.

"Now Tell me. Where were you?"

She shuddered under his intense stare.

"I... went for pee, and I am not that little for you to accompany me there," she said, pushing on his chest.

"How many times i have told you to stop pushing me away?" He said, reaching his hand for her swan neck, and the next moment, his big palm was wrapped around her neck.

Lifting her head, she took a breath and then exhaled it. Then she realised she had not lifted her head enough and that right now, instead of making contact with his eyes, her gaze was resting helplessly on the curve of his mouth.

His lips were sensual, and his full bottom lip looked even softer and plumper than her own lips.

Her heart seemed to make circles in her chest. She reached out and put her hands on his shoulders.

He bent his head to her level, sprinkling her face with kisses.

He drew her head closer with his hands and met her lips with his.

She was caught off-guard when he started sucking her full lips into his mouth.

Her fists grabbed his robe as she felt her knees buckle. His knees bending down his tall frame so he was within her reach.

He pulled her up by her neck making her stand on her tip toes. After sucking on her lips he backed off. A look of disappointment washed over his face.

Was he forcing her? She didn't kiss him back. He looked at her breifly and sighed. He removed his hold from her neck, looking bitterly at her and was about to step back when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down. Kissing him.

This time she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue in her mouth. Oman smirked in between their kiss.

For both, that was enough of an answer. He was the only one she trusted in the world.

He picked her up, instantly her hands were wrapped around his neck for support. He climbed down the steep of dune.

She drank in his evergreen scent, running her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. He was being seduced by her. Was she really aware of her little actions?

He couldn't wait for them to reach near fire. Instead, he sat below a dune, pulling her into his lap. Heavy breathing was heard as he was restless and urgently wanted something.

The moment she was in his lap, her lips were again claimed by him. This time more forcefull and demanding. She timidly opened her mouth to give him more access that he wanted. His tongue darts delightfully into her mouth.

Goosebumps were prickling on her arms as he ran his big, warm hand over her neck and shoulder.

A carpet of stars above their heads.

His lips travelled down to her neck and touched her throat. He struggled ineffectually with the buttons at her neck, eager now, desperate for the feel of her skin. He wrenched at a button, and it flew through the air.

Hurriedly, he pulled its shoulder down and bit lightly on her shoulder.

Placing his mouth open, he kissed her there.

"Ahhhh" she moaned as he was being a little forcefull on her neck.

Her moans were motivating him to go further. Not waiting, he placed his hand on her right boob, he touched it lightly at first but later he squeezed it.

She touched his cheek and looked into his fierce dark eyes.

He searched her face for any kind of fear. But he could only see her mouth opened for little gasps. Her one arm around his neck as if she didn't wanted him to go away. Her soft curves pressed against him.

He had a familiar tingle beginning to swell to his manhood.

His face was in crook of her neck when he pulled her robe's shoulder down to free her asset.

She was surprised when the cold air touched her naked breast. She looked at him who was looking at her chest, like it was some kind of treasure. She wanted to hide from his gaze.

After looking briefly at its beauty. He took the nipple in his mouth. The soft flush into his mouth felt so good.

His facial hairs were pricking on her soft blossom.

She felt a tingle begin between her legs as he hungrily sucked her blossom. Like a baby feeding on milk. She placed her hand in his hair encouraging him for more.

His lips left her nipple.

His desires were at their peak.

Slipping his tongue between her lips fueled a fire in him to insert his rode into her core.

He made her sit on his abdomen, legs either side of his waist. She was surprised and didn't knew what he was doing.

Her centre unintentionally laid on top of Oman's midsection.

She gasped when his waist buckled up, meeting her clothed centre. Something hard was rubbing against her princess part.

He grabbed her by her hips, controlling her movements according to his wish.

He humped slowly at first, but later he started grinding his hard shaft against her sensetive spot.

Her moans were getting more wilder, gasping and crying out everytime he roughly pushed his hips aginst her.

She hid her face into his neck while he dry-humped her.

He grabbed her face with both hands, looking into her half opened eyes. The took her lower lip into his mouth. Sucking on it gently.

As he paused from kissing her, he looked into her eyes and said, "I wish we didn't have these clothes between us while I did... this." and emphasized his words with a long, hard rub of her groin with his and received a loud moan.

He bit his lower lip and pushed her right back to get as much friction as possible from their point of contact.

Eventually, he was close to the point of no return. He moaned as fluid began filling his briefs and soaking through his trousers.

The space between her legs was pulsing.

"You liked it?" he pushed his thumb into her mouth.

"....Hmmmm" she hummed and looked down at his chest.

This was it for the next moment; her back was on sand while he hovered over her.