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She shivered under the contact of cool morning breeze and the air was perfumed with the scent of a new beginning.

Oman ushered her into the tent, which he had made from sheets.

Because of its small size, he had to bend to fit inside.

Carefully, he settled her onto the carpet he had spread out inside the tent.

The whole time his dark passionate eyes never left her.

He looked so awe of her that it made her blush.

All of her senses awoke when her eyes travelled down to the midriff and she could see the obvious bulge straining against them.

"You make me crazy, my little Tara" he says, and reaches out to touch her cheek, running his thumb over her lips.

Tara felt her pulse pounding in her ears. Her hands were on his biceps. These senses made her heart out of control that she closed her eyes.

Slowly his fingers gently brushed against her cheek.

He inquired with concern, "Are you alright?" as he gently cradled her face in his hands.

she tenderly rested her small hand on top of his, which was still caressing her cheek.

"Yes, but my heart is racing so fast. I don't know why" she bit her lip, looking back in his heated eyes.

Taking her hand into his, he guided it to his own chest.

"Look, even my heart is pounding. Can you feel it?" her breath hitched as he said those impactful words. How could this happen to both of them at the same time. It seemed their heartbeats were connected.

"Why does it race like that?" She asked with thinned eyebrows.

"I don't know. It never raced before until I saw you with that flat faced guy and my blood build with anger" he said with a clenched jaw.

How could he forget that day when he was ready to kill that guy.

"But, mine thumped when i saw you for the first time" she said lowering her eyes.

Her eyes widened as she exclaimed, "Oh, it's quicker than mine!"

He couldn't help but chuckle at her comment.

"Why does it move so fast?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm not sure. It never used to be this fast until I saw you with that guy with the flat face, and it made my blood boil with anger," he replied, his jaw clenched.

how could he forget that day when he was ready to kill that guy for his minx. she always made it hard for him to control himself whenever someone looked at her. it would have been easier if he had realised his feelings earlier and not have been a jerk to her from the beginning.

"But mine skipped a beat when I first laid eyes on you," she said, staring at him questioning the look.

Oman watched her emotions pass by her face, first her expressions were confused then turned to sadness.

"I still remember the first time I saw you 'running for your life'." he said staring into her sad eyes and kissed her forehead with an assurance of his love.

Oman will never forget the moment he looked into her frightened eyes.

It had a profound impact on him and did something to him.

The crazy girl pursued him all the way home.

But he was grateful that she followed him.

Otherwise, he could never be with her. Perhaps, It was their destiny that brought them together.

he again continued. "These beautiful and gentle eyes instantly captivated me. I can't believe how fortunate I am to have you in my life." He grasped her hand, lifted it to his lips, and gently kissed her knuckles.

Tara remembered those times when she fed her stomach stealing small food and people used to see her as a criminal. Memories of those times, still make her uneasy and sad. But what bothered her was that he forgot their first meeting.

"but that wasn't the first time you saw me" she said sadly looking slightly confused.

"what? we met before that" he said in a funny tone. but soon he realised she was serious.

"I only spotted you a couple of times in the bazaar but never got a clear look at your face," He replied and reached out to brush aside the strand of hair from her face. she slapped his hand away, she was now furious, and her breathing was fast as if she ran a mile.

she got up instantly pushing his chest away and he let her.

"Don't you remember. you bought me dates to eat"She didn't know why she was angry but she didn't like the fact that she was the only one who crazily used to chase him like a kitten. while, he didn't have any idea of her existence.

He didn't know what to say so stayed silent. Because he didn't remember meeting her before the fateful day of their meeting.

"I am sorry but I don't remember" she gasped dramatically and turned to leave but he clasped her wrist.

She turned to look at his face which was dead serious. "Didn't I tell you before not to turn your back at me ever. " he said with a clenched jaw but he quickly composed himself, pulling her onto his lap and gently caressing her forearm with his large hand in a comforting yet controlling manner.

"Tara, back then, I would only go out to meet my friend because I needed a way out.

I was just waiting for the right opportunity to escape.

The soldiers and Shahbaz's men were always on the lookout for me.

I must have been in a hurry, that's why I can't recall much," he whispered softly to help her grasp the situation.

She looked down at the red carpet. Soon when eyes blurred with salty water.

"Are you crying" he asked reaching for her elbow.

She looked away and shook her head, a hiccup escaped betraying her, and suddenly tears started flowing. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her sobs.

Oman's heart clenched tightly. He immediately pulled her into his lap, whipping her tears with his sleeve.

"What I have done to make you cry. Stop crying, Tara. It does something to me. I swear, I will not talk to you, if you do not stop crying"

She stopped immediately but her hiccups didn't stop.

"Why are you crying?"

"I used to wait for you everyday but you don't remember that" she said and tears flowing though her eyes as her body shook.

"you are crying over the past when you should care about your present, about me" He took her face in his hands and kissed till he desired making her out of breath. But he didn't stop and continued kissing on her face multiple times. She pushed his face away in frustration.

"Now you are pushing me away. A while ago you were rushing to see my dick like a little slut" he said Inserting his face in her neck. Making her ticklish.

'Slut'

She thought about the meaning but ignored it and again tried pushing him away but he was a mountain.

"No I don't want to see anything. You don't love me" She looked away but he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

Her thoughts flee when his featherily kisses and touch left a trail of goosebumps behind.

His mouth moved to her throat and started teasing the skin with little licks and nibbles.

She arched her head back giving him more excess to her tender neck, her lips parted and fingers running in his slightly long hair.

A little fire started and she let out an involuntary moan as his mouth pressed against the hollow of my neck. he laid her down and hovered over her petite body making her feel small.

"Don't push me away again, understand." he said with the hard stare.

In response, she lowered her eyes.

She always submits to him, as if she has no choice, behaving like a good pet.

She does everything at his command. It seems as though she is a puppet, with him controlling all her actions and guiding her as he pleases, to which she willingly complies.

In fact, it makes her arouse when he commands her.

It sends shivers in her core when his thick voice laces with anger, commands her.

She glanced at his muscular chest, then shifted her gaze to his neck, his prominent adam's apple, and the alluring veins on his neck.

"Who are you to decide if I love you or not?

I can fucking kill anyone for you and can captivate you for whole lifetime and if you push me again I swear I am gonna lose my control and you know when it will happen you won't be able to walk properly for a week" he said, voice lacing with lust. His eyes took on a different type of darkness.

He continued his soft caresses until she melted beneath him, his lips trailing down to her soft neck.

Then, he gently removed her caftan from the shoulder, allowing one of her breasts to be freed.

She shuddered with delight when his mouth found her nipple, sucking and scraping against it with his teeth.

Her nerves felt as though they were on fire under his expert mouth. His grabbed her breast and sucked.

He tried to suck her whole boobs in his mouth, and his beard pressing onto her boobs.

She loudly cried in pleasure.

Her thighs started rubbing against each other from sensations between her legs. She felt his large veiny hand massaging her outer thigh while his sinful tongue circled around her sensitive nipple and again brought nipple into his mouth and suckled on it like a baby.

The voices he made provided a unique euphoria. They sounded really sinful and pleasurable to the ear.

She pushed his face to her other breast, gasping for air. He looked at her with deadly lust flowing in his eyes.

"I want to do bad things to you"

He desired her complete submission. She was meant for his eyes only, exclusively his. She was his obsession, and he had been starving for her. Even if she resisted, he was sure he would not be able to control himself.

Grabbing her neck from behind, he jerked her up in a hurry.

He squeezed her hand and brought it close to his midriff.

"Now I will complete your wish" he said. He placed her hand on his bulge.

She gulped.

"Feel it. It's yearning for your mouth" he pressed her hand more hard.

It felt like a hot rod.

She only had a glimpse of the thing from last time. But she wanted to have a clear view of the thing that bothered her day night.

He removed his caftan and settled in front of her on his knees. He was wearing his breeches. He was magnificently huge and gorgeous. He used his thumb and finger to pull down his breaches. The whole time her eyes never blinked for a single time.