Chapter 448
Ariel Drummond
N'zar watched my reaction with a playful glint in his eyes. “So, ygo with me?” he asked, his voice low—almost a whisper—as if giving me time to process the information.
My mind was still reeling. The Sultan. Me. N'zar. The grandeur of the event was overwhelming. But before answering, a practical question crossed my mind. “Who else was invited?” I asked, trying to maintain my composure.
“Cleopatra is going too,” he replied, referring to his daughter—a woman I knew to be stunningly beautiful and sharp-witted. “And Trevor. And Arthur as well.”
Arthur. The mention of his name brought me back to reality, to the scene from just moments ago. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on my lips. The idea of attending such a magnificent event in the company of N'zar, Cleopatra, Trevor, and—yes—Arthur was… intriguing. The tension in my shoulders eased, and a sense of excitement began to bubble up inside me.
“Yes,” I said, my smile widening into a genuine one. “I’ll go with you.”
N'zar smiled—a broad grin that revealed his perfect white teeth. There was satisfaction in his eyes, a kind of quiet triumph. He stood up, walked around the table, and held out his hand. I took it, feeling the strength and warmth of his touch, and he gently pulled me to my feet.
His lips met mine in a deeper kiss this time—one that promised more than just an invitation to an event. It was a kiss of possession, of desire, of a connection that transcended words.
“I’ll arrange for the finest dress and jewels,” he whispered, his lips still grazing mine. “You, my goddess, will be admired and adored just as you deserve.” My goddess. The word echoed in my mind, and a shiver ran down my spine. N'zar always knew how to make me feel special, how to elevate me to a level I had barely dared to dream of.
He kissed my lips again, and then, with a slow and deliberate movement, lowered the strap of my dress. The fabric slipped down, revealing the skin of my shoulder. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, and he asked—his voice husky with desire—"I need to have you right now; do you want me?"
The air in the office seemed to grow thin. My body reacted before my mind could even process the question. Memories of his size, his strength, and his overwhelming presence flooded my thoughts. He was bigger than Arthur. Much bigger. And he was well-endowed. The image vivid and arousing made my heart race. Euphoria washed over me.
"Yes," I replied, my voice barely a whisper, already anticipating his movements and ready to surrender to the desire he stirred within me. The invitation to the Sultan, the dress, the jewels... it all became a distant blur. In that moment, there was only N'zar, myself, and the promise of an overwhelming passion.
The air in the office was still thick with the electricity N'zar and I had generated. My senses were heightened; every touch, every word, and every breath of his still echoed against my skin. I watched him as he began to button his dress shirt with an almost infuriating calm. Each movement was precise and deliberate, as if the outside world hadn't been turned upside down just moments before. His long, strong fingers slid over the buttons, fastening them one by one, and I couldn't help but think of the dexterity with which those very fingers had explored every curve of my body. A shiver ran down my spine—a mix of memory and anticipation.
With a barely audible sigh, I slid off the cold surface of the wooden desk. The rough texture of the wood against my skin remained a vivid sensation, contrasting sharply with the softness of the sheets in my bedroom. My feet touched the floor, and for an instant, it felt as though the world were spinning. Gravity seemed heavier—or perhaps it was simply the weight of the intensity of what had just transpired. My legs, slightly unsteady, could barely hold me up, yet I forced myself to maintain my composure. N'zar didn't need to see just how affected I was, though I knew he had already picked up on every nuance of my reaction.
I adjusted my dress, pulling up the fabric that had slipped and bunched during our… encounter. The straps slid back into place, covering my shoulders, and I tried to smooth out the creases with my hands. The fabric, once so silky, now felt slightly tacky, imbued with N'zar’s scent and the heat of our passion. I felt a faint ache deep within, a gentle burning sensation that served as a physical reminder of just how deeply he had touched me. It was a sensation I knew well—a delicious yet slightly embarrassing afterglow. I tried to mask it by straightening my posture and avoiding his gaze, even though I knew he was watching me with that penetrating look of his that seemed to read my very soul.
N'zar finished buttoning his shirt, and his eyes met mine. A mischievous smile played on his lips, and I knew he was aware of every one of my thoughts and sensations. He stepped closer, and I felt the heat of his body radiating toward mine. He reached out his hand, and I took it, feeling the strength and reassurance of his touch. He led me out of the office; his steps were firm and confident, while mine were a bit more hesitant. The hallway, previously silent, now seemed to bear witness to our secret, with every shadow appearing to conceal a whisper of what had just transpired.