Desert Encounter
Chapter 28

After a quick detour into his apartments, Emir came to pick up his beauty who was in turn dressed more warmly.

She wore tight jeans and a white crop top which showed the birth of her breasts, which she had nicely wrapped in a cotton overcoat because she feared a slight morning chill and fortunately because the Sheikh would never have let her go out differently.

His body now belonged to him.

Touching her, caressing her generous curves and grabbing her slightly rounded and round buttocks had become like a drug for him, he always wanted more.

《If only she could imagine the devastating effect she had on him》he thought.

Naomi was excited, it was her first time witnessing a fight, apart from what had happened in the desert which she now considered a horror, something to forget. This was different and even if it was just training, she was looking forward to it.

How many times had she imagined him with his bare chest glistening with sweat?

How many times had she imagined him, coming towards her all sweating, his chest out and the presence of a dominant evil?

How many times had she felt caught in his powerful arms who only asked for one thing to hold her in his arms?

This relationship that she thought was secret with the Sheikh created irrepressible desires in her.

She found herself fantasizing about him in the middle of the day.

It developed in her, a feeling never before explored.

She then realized that, even if he had not offered to follow him, she would certainly have left on her own.

Because since Mariama had whispered this information to him, it had never left his brain.

A few steps from the door that led them to where the powerful cries of battle-hardened warriors could now be heard, Naomi stopped in a panic.

Right in front of her, the sheikh turned around to face her, he had taken charge, he was no longer wearing his pajama bottoms, he had put on jogging pants and a simple, wide top, it was the first time she had worn him. saw him dressed differently than his tailor-made suits and it had the gift of making him devilishly sexy and more human.

Of course, the fact of having seen her topless a few minutes earlier in her sheets didn’t count, because for her it was still an unreal moment that she savored, knowing that she had touched, caressed, kissed him to death. the breath was a torture that she was ready to repeat without hesitation.

The one standing in front of her was making her lose her mind.

She blushed just at the thought that she could get even more from him.

Dominating her with all his stature, Emir looked at her with a hint of curiosity.

– How’s it going? I didn’t even hurt you when…

This idea had been in Emir’s head for a few minutes, he thought that his possessiveness had perhaps hurt him. He had to admit, he hadn’t gone easy on himself by grabbing her buttocks like that.

The very idea of ​​telling himself that he had perhaps harmed her unbearable.

– Oh no!!!!! She said, red with shame. It’s not that. Memd if she had blushed slightly the pain was acceptable she said to herself. Just that you really think it’s a good idea?

– How so ?

– that I attend your training? People will think that…

– that… he asked with a slight smile on his lips

– that you and I have… well that I am your new concubine

– they will never think that. He says he is sure of himself

– and why that? She said, crossing her arms under her chest revealing a little more of her generous chest.

– because they all know you’re not a concubine and let’s stop talking about that.

– oh yes and what will they think?

– you’ll know soon enough. He said, moving his face towards hers. Listen to me carefully hobi, you can do whatever you want as long as you are with me.

She swallowed and lowered her head, facing his undeniable charisma

– don’t ever look down at me again. He ordered

– it’s just that…

He cupped her face before satisfying this urge that had been itching for a while.

A passionate, sharp k**s was all he wanted, he needed it. He ended this exchange and looked her straight in the eyes.

She could read there all the desire he felt at that precise moment for her.

– you were saying ? He said with a smile on his lips.

How she loved seeing him be so teasing

– yes. She said in a breath. Are you still planning to cut me off like this?

– as many times as necessary hobi, come on.

He took her hand and they crossed the large door of the corridor which led them to the inner courtyard of the sheikh.

She was shocked to see dozens and dozens of men in full training, performing lively and precise movements.

She felt an urge to hide but she was far too proud to show it.

She could see the armory from where she was

When they passed, all the men present gave each other a discreet glance and another aimed at the young lady.

It was the first time that the Sheikh denied coming to accompanied training.

First time he held a woman’s hand.

This act was perhaps innocuous for Naomi but without knowing it she had just signed a pact, the sheikh had just revealed her to everyone. She was no longer just Naomi the foreigner, or Naomi the woman the sheikh wanted in secret, no she had become Naomi the sheikh’s fiancé.

《So the rumor was true? the Sheikh would have really found his Sheikha?. 》the rumor is going well. Now the dice were cast.

– you can sit there! He said, showing her small chairs made of polished stone, intended for the royal family. But he didn’t bother to specify that.

– All right .

Before leaving and in front of all his men he approached her and leaned towards her ear to whisper

– by the way, I loved your little pink panties with the unicorn.

Naomi gasped, her eyes wide and her face crimson, she watched him walk away confidently.

– you look in good shape your majesty. One of his generals joked.

A single look from Emir made him understand that he should not do this again.

A fairly old man, with an imposing build, a hard look and a bald head approached him with a handgun.

– Emir your sword

It was Abel, his trainer since he was little.

He took one last look behind him and smiled for the first time in front of his men who were all surprised.

She had unknowingly taken her place in the chair dedicated to the queen under the gaze of all her commandos present.

After some stretching and sword in hand, ten of his commandos present stood in a circle around him all armed with a bladed weapon, swords, axes, penknife.

Naomi then held her breath understanding what was going to happen. A pain stabbed his insides before he remembered that it was only training.

They will never hurt him. She says to herself. It’s just from the sheikh.

But when she saw the one with the penknife pounce on Emir like an angry dog ​​and his weapons passed a few steps away from him, tearing a piece of his top in the process, she understood then that it was not a game, they were fighting. for real.

And like a signal cry the others pounced on him.