by Andromeda
I've never thought I'd be doing this; never in a million years would I have thought that I'd be a father to six wonder children with another on the way. So much has changed in my life. There was a time when I'd be proud to say that I'm married to my work, but not so anymore.
I look at Rosalinda and see the love of my life. I look at Lukas and see what I fought for. I look at Charisse and see the surprise baby that changed my life forever. Not long after Rosalinda and I got full custody of Lukas, we got married with all our friends and family present.
Two guests surprised me: my brother Pascal and his new wife Georgia, Rosalinda's friend. Apparently, they had eloped and married in secret, and at the wedding Pascal was proud to announce that Georgia was pregnant already. All I could say was damn while Rosalinda was a screaming, clapping, jumping mess. She wrapped her arms around Georgia and cried tears of joy that streamed down her cheeks.
Not long after Charisse was born, Aurora came. I guess you could say I couldn't keep my hands off my wife because not long after that, Antwon came, and now she's pregnant again. She is threatening to get me clipped so this one will be our last...for a while.
"What story do you guys wish to know this time?" I ask.
"How you met Mama!" Antwon says.
I look to Rosalinda and smile. "Well...it all began at a ball..."
I should have known that my deal with Rosalinda was going to turn out to be more than I bargained for. The woman was too spirited, too wild; exactly the kind of woman that I would love. I should have known that piece of paper I made her sign would have turned out more than just a contract. Who would have known all the problems that we had in the beginning would have turned into such sugar love…
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Please enjoy this sneak peak of the third book of the series, the story of young Zuleikha Barakat
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His lips press to hers in a passionate and deep his, his tongue slipping between them to find her own. A soft moan rumbles in her throat as his naked thigh slides between hers, parting them as his hand slowly moves down her stomach. Long brown fingers tangle into his golden locks, pressing him closer as their lips move in perfect sync.
She softly groans as his fingers find the treasure between her legs, cupping her at first before slowly sliding up and down. He chuckles deeply at her face as it twists up, her head tilting back as he slips a finger inside. Her inn depths are warm, wrapping around his finger snuggly as he begins to move it, his mouth latching onto a ripe chocolate-toped mound. His tongue flicks against the nub, making a shiver shoot up her spine as his finger moves faster and faster.
He adds a second one, his thumb rubbing her sacred pearl as he slides his tongue between the valley of her breasts, where he begins to suck on her neck. Her legs spread wider for him, her moans are loud with approval as his fingers work their magic and she loves every second of it. Suddenly he pulls his fingers away, making her whimper slightly with annoyance but he just chuckles.
Gripping her thighs, he slides into her, filling her up to the hilt with a deep groan of pleasure when he feels her snugly wrapped around him. Locking her legs around his waist, he begins to move his hips, pushing deeper and deeper, his eyes locked to hers. Sweat beads on his brow, sliding down his body as he moves faster and faster, her loud cries of pleasure echoing in his ears as he moans her name.
“Zuleikha…” he moans over and over again. “Zuleikha…Zuleikha…Zuleikha….”
“ZULEIKHA!” a voice suddenly yells.
Zuleikha yelps as she is snatched from the erotic dream, she is so caught by surprise that she falls out of the bed and onto the hard marble floor below.
“Ow!” she groans. “Damn it that hurt…”
Elsa giggles softly. “Zu-Zu it’s snowing outside! Come on Zu-Zu lets go out!”
Zuleikha blinks several times, her mind still swimming from that dream, it takes a couple of moments before she is able to respond. “W…We’ll go out later,” she promises. “But right now…it’s too early.”
“When can we go out?” Elsa asks.
“How about later this afternoon?” Zuleikha suggests.
Elsa smiles and nods, running out of the room happily, meanwhile Zuleikha is anything but right now. She is confused, angry and a little embarrassed that she had a dream like that.
Why did that even happen? She asks, getting up from the tangled mess of sheets and blankets. And why…why did it feel so right…?
She shakes her head quickly to clear her mind, yet there is a tingling her core that refuses to go away. Sighing heavily, she gets up and walks to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.
Across the palace, Henrik isn’t any better. He stands before the mirror, looking at his raging hard on that refuses to go down. Last night was the third time he’s had an erotic dream about Zuleikha and they seem to intensify the more often they come.
Sighing, he walks to the shower, turning on the cold water to cool down his hot blood. He can still see her naked body, feel her skin under his, hear the sounds of her cries of pleasure. Henrik wants to tear his hair out in anger, from having such hot and heavy dreams, to waking up and finding that he’s in bed alone.
He’s ceased in calling Brigit to his rooms, she can’t do it for him anymore, he wants one woman and one woman only: Zuleikha. This is going well beyond a bet; he is gaining feelings for her. From the brightness of her smile, to the musical sound of her laugh; Henrik is quickly learning that the bet is coming secondary and his feelings for her first. While he can’t yet place them, he knows that he is become infatuated with her.
Running a hand through his hair in frustration, he bangs his head lightly on the wall, trying to clear his mind from the confusing feeling swirling around within.
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Zuleikha doesn’t look at Henrik when he comes downstairs for lunch that same day. She instead, turns her attention to her hot chicken soup before her, tearing the thick bread and dipping it in the hearty broth. Henrik on the other hand, casts her a bold glance before sitting down at the table. Elsa, Zuleikha and he are there, yet Helga isn’t, thought Zuleikha knows where she is.
Upstairs in her bedroom, Helga’s fingers intertwine with Axl’s as she moans, her body arching toward him. Axl’s hips move in a slow, romantic rhythm, a rhythm he knows she loves. With Helga, there is never any rush between them, they also go slow and romantic as they know how precious their time with each other is. Sliding kisses down her neck, Axl lets go of her hand and grips her waist, flipping them over so that she is on top. Holding her hips, he guides her, Helga moans deeply, running her hands through her hair as she lets him move her body.
Zuleikha they have fully trusted with their secret, seeing as Axl was a friend with her to begin with. Zuleikha knew that no one would miss them right now, it’s early winter, snow is falling down and most of the plants are stored in the massive greenhouse, and he only needs to check it every now and then. His other time is free, and he is able to spend it with Helga, as he moonlights as a butler.
“Helga not coming down?” Henrik asks.
He doesn’t know about Helga and Axl, a factor that Helga is a bit upset about. While they are very close, she isn’t sure how he would react if he found out about Axl and how ‘close’ they are together.
“No she’s not,” Zuleikha says. “She’s…eating in her rooms.”
Upstairs Axl groans, smiling down as Helga kisses her way down his chest, slipping under the covers before taking his shaft in her mouth.
“Oh,” Henrik says with a shrug. “Alright then. Guess that means it’s just the three of us then.”
Zuleikha arches an eyebrow at his words, Elsa looks between Zuleikha and he, her eyes narrow. Though she is only seven years old, the young girl knows that something is going on between her older brother and her Governess. She knows that most of her past caretakers were fired because of her brother, but Zuleikha is different. She doesn’t care about Henrik, nor does she care t
hat she herself is a princess. That is one of the main reasons that she loves her. However, Elsa also knows true love when she sees it, call her a bit wise beyond her years, but princesses grow up faster than normal kids, because of the pressure on them. And she knees that Henrik likes Zuleikha, though she herself doesn’t recuperate his feelings. That can be changed…
“Can we go outside now?” Elsa asks Zuleikha.
“Are you done with your soup?” Zuleikha asks her. “It’s going to be cold outside.”
Elsa turns to her bowl, it’s almost empty so she eats it in a rush, though careful as to not burn her tongue. Once done, she wipes her mouth and smiles. “Done! Can we go now?”
Zuleikha can’t help but laugh softly. “Alright, alright come on, let’s go get dressed and we can go.”
Elsa turns to Henrik with smile. “Are you going to come?”
Henrik and Zuleikha look at each other, though Zuleikha looks away before he addresses her. “Sure, I don’t see, why not.”
Zuleikha presses her lips tightly together but says nothing. Taking Elsa’s hand, they go upstairs to make sure that she is nice and warm before they go outside to the gardens. The soft, winter snow is just falling, half-a-inch coating the ground, crunching under their boots. The gardens have changed into a winter wonderland, the plants coated with snow, the fountain frozen in an elaborate, whimsical statue.
“This is amazing…” Zuleikha whispers in Arabic in awe. “Absolutely amazing…”
“What did you say?” Elsa asks her as they walk down the garden paths.
“I said it looks amazing,” Zuleikha translates with a smile. “And it truly does. I’ve never seen anything like this before…”
“Do they not have snow where you are from?” Elsa asks.
“Well I am from Las Vegas, but my family is from Morocco, that’s in Africa. Not a lot of snow up there. I remember when we went to visit some of my family, it got very cold, but didn’t really snow.”
Elsa grins. “Well in Sweden, all it does is snow in the winter! And it’s so much fun!”
“What can you do with it?” Zuleikha asks.
“This!” Elsa says, taking a snowball she has slyly made moments before and throwing it at her.
Zuleikha starts in surprise, the snow ball hitting her chest and splattering in a thousand pieces. Her eyes are wide with surprise…and then she grins. “You are so going to pay for that!” she giggles, bending down to make one.
Elsa shrieks as Zuleikha begins to throw them at her. Ducking behind a tree, the small girl makes another and begins to throw back. Before long, a full blow snowball fight begins between the two of them, their shrieks of laughter echoing in the cold, winter air. Henrik watches with a smile, well…his eyes are more on Zuleikha.
She would make a wonderful mother; he thinks to himself. Absolutely wonderful…
He grunts when a snowball hits in him in the face, thrown from Zuleikha’s own hand. “Hey!” he says aloud. “That was uncalled for!”
Zuleikha laughs, tossing another up in the air and catching it. “What’s wrong your highness,” she teases. “Is a snowball fight too low for you?”
Henrik grits his teeth and smirks at her, chuckling. “I’ll show you…” bending down, he begins to make a snowball and then stands up. “You better run…”
Zuleikha shrieks as he throws it at her, hitting her in the chest as he laughs. “Oh, it’s so on!” she yells, laughing as she makes another one and begins to throw it at him, igniting another snowball fight, under the proud eyes of Elsa.
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Helga looks outside her window, watching as Zuleikha, Henrik and Elsa have their snowball fight. Strong arms wrap around her waist, smiling softly she looks to Axl who kisses her shoulder tenderly.
“Are you alright my princess?” he asks softly.
“In your arms,” she whispers. “I always will be.”
Axl smiles softly and kisses her neck, his hands slipping under the loose robe she is wearing to cup her groin.
Helga moans softly, her head rolling back. “Do you ever get tired?”
“Of you?” he asks, slipping a finger inside her as he bites her neck. “Never.”
He takes her in his arms and leads her back to bed where he lays her on the rumbled sheets. Kisses her neck and moving down, he paws at her thighs, which she opens willingly and he slips inside. However, it isn’t long before she notices something feels different about him.
“Wait,” she moans. “D…Do you have on the condom?”
“I think I ran out,” he grumbles. “Stop talking…”
“A…Axl…” she groans. “You know we can’t…”
“It will be fine,” he says. “I’ll pull out.”
“But…”
He slams into her, shutting her up instantly. Pounding into her, Helga quickly forgets about the measure of protection as she muffles her cries of pleasure. She’s never felt him bare before, and she loves it. Without the condom between them, she can feel every part of him, and he her. She feels better than he thought, and as he begins to sweat, both of them quickly forget about using protection. When they are finished, they lay in each other’s arms, soft kisses and tender touches exchanged.
“Helga?” Axl whispers.
“Yes?”
“Would you every marry me?”
Helga lifts her head from his chest. “What?”
“Would you ever marry me?” he asks.
Helga bites her lip. “Axl…we have had this conversation before…”
“No we haven’t,” he says frowning. “You have always avoided this conversation…answer the question.”
“Yes, I want to marry you,” she says. “But you and I both know that’s not possible.”
“But…”
Helga cups his cheek. “Stop thinking about it,” she says. “Stop thinking of a future…that might never be, and instead focus on the here and now.”
As she presses her lips to his, he knows that she is right, however the thought of another man touching her, makes him angry. Helga has always been his, from the moment he began working here when he was a young teenager. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that she was meant to be his. The thought of another man holding her in his arms, is unpleasable.
His kisses become more demanding than gentle, his hands sliding up to her waists where he grips her and throws her onto her back. Helga, caught off guard by his passion, softly yelps in surprise, wondering what could be the matter. Axl’s hands grab her knees, yanking her thighs apart and thrusts between them roughly. Slamming into her, gone is his usual tenderness, this is about claiming what is his; to make her remember who she belongs too. Helga groans her body bouncing as his hips pound into her again and again, her nails clawing deeply into his back.
“You…are…mine…” he pants heavily, sweat beading on his brow. “S…Say it…”
“A…Axl…” Helga whimpers, her body squirming on overload.
“Say it!” he growls. “Say it or I will stop!”
She doesn’t want that, it feels too good, they’ve never been rough before. “I…I’m yours…” she whispers
“Louder…”
She does, shouting that she is his over and over again, though not loud enough so that someone might hear. Axl continues, pounding into her at a maddening pace, panting heavily as he thrusts himself deeper into her than before. He feels a tightening within his gut, before throwing back his head with a guttural roar of release as he pours into her. Helga cries out his name, though muffled by a pillow, as the most powerful release she’s ever had rips through her body.
Axl looks into her eyes. “Don’t you ever forget who you belong to,” he says firmly. “You are mine princess, and I am never letting you go.”
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Zuleikha smiles at a sleepy Elsa as she carries her back into the palace. They had so much fun out in the gardens for their snowball fight; though it’s time to for them to go back inside before they all get fro
st bite. Henrik walks at her side as they take Elsa to her bedroom, helping her take off her snow-covered clothes and tucking her into bed for a nice warm nap. He lights the fireplace in the room to warm it, watching as Zuleikha kisses her cheek before walking out. He follows her, downstairs to the pallor where one of the servants had laid out hot chocolate and lit a fire in the hearth.
“That was fun,” he says smiling as he takes a seat next to her.
“Yeah it was,” Zuleikha says smiling and getting one of the cups, popping a couple of large marshmallows on the top. “Very fun.”
Henrik gets a cup of his own and blows on it before sipping on the thick, hearty brew. “You know, the swish love our chocolate,” he mutters.
Zuleikha almost chokes on her hot chocolate but catches the joke and elbows him with a soft laugh. “Ok, that was a little bit funny…”
“Oh would you look at that,” Henrik says smiling. “I made you laugh, I must be on a roll today.”
“Don’t get to big for your breeches,” Zuleikha warns. “This doesn’t mean that I’m going to sleep with you.”
“Honestly,” he says. “Right now, I don’t care about that. You know, I’ve never asked you about your family.”
“What do you care about my family?”
“Just making conversation.”
Zuleikha arches an eyebrow but nods slowly. “Well…I have two brothers and a sister back in Las Vegas. My parents died in a car crash when I was young, after high school I didn’t go to college and instead worked at a casino that was near to my home.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Henrik sighs.
Zuleikha shrugs. “I…I’ve gotten over it, though I do miss them. It was my mom who taught me about my love of music, she was a music teacher.”
“You are very gifted, if you got into the Royal Academy of music,” Henrik remarks.
Zuleikha blushes a bit. “Thank you, I didn’t know that it was in Sweden…I thought that it was just a title, they have it all the time on certain places.” She takes a sip of her hot chocolate. “What about you?”
Henrik frowns slightly. “Well…obviously my parents are the King and Queen, however I don’t see a lot of them.”