A/N: this chapter gets a little...uh... explicit. So, if you're bothered or triggered by any kind of sexual acts, you should probably skip this chapter, LOL. The rest of you, ENJOY!!

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Somehow, through all this, Damian's towel has stayed in place. He turns Sahara around, her back grinding against his chest, creating a bulging erection against his towel. He traces the shape of Sahara's behind, "So fucking plump." and slaps it, earning a moan from Sahara. He starts leaving kisses down her neckline as he unzips the back of her dress, "You don't understand for how long I wanted this, I needed this." The dress slowly starts to fall off her slim shoulders, "The moment I saw you in this tight-ass dress, showing off your sexy fucking figure, I wanted to tear it right off of you."

Sahara became speechless. Damian was using such odd words to describe her, but in a complimentary way. She wasn't used to any of this, she didn't know how to react. But all she knew was that the more Damian said anything, the more she wanted him. As the dress was about to slip off, she grabs it from falling below her chest because she felt self-conscious all of a sudden. How many beautiful girls has he been with? How many of them were as perfect as a Barbie doll? Will he accept me with so many flaws on myself?

Damian stops to stare at the nervous and shy Sahara holding onto her dress, preventing it from falling off. He can see her contemplating expression on her face. He places a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his, his dark, hungry eyes soften, "What's wrong?"

"I- I don't think I'm enough for you. You've probably met dozens of beautiful women around the world, I don't think I can live up to the expecta-" Sahara realizing she's saying too much. quickly inserts, "I don't know, I don't know." She turns away, facing the mirror.

Damian turns her back around to face him, "Don't you ever compare yourself to anyone else. Don't you bloody dare. You're my wife, you don't have to live up to anything from my past, nothing."

"But-" Damian stops her from arguing by pressing his lips against hers. He smirks against her lips, "Be quiet."

Damian pulls off Sahara's dress, revealing her soft tan skin, only her undergarments protecting her from complete nudity. He picks her up and lays her on their bed, taking off the last pieces of clothing she had left on her body. He starts leaving soft kisses down her body until he reaches her thighs, he grabs ahold of her breast in one hands as his other hand makes its way down to other places. Sahara lets out a pleasure-filled moan, making Damian hard.

He aggressively takes off the towel around his waist and throws it onto the floor. Sahara's eyes widen at the scene in front of her. She's barely ever touched a man's hand before, this is all too much. She blushes uncontrollably at the sight in front of her, making Damian smirk, "Like what you see? My Lady looks impressed, I see." Sahara looks away in embarrassment. Damian holds Sahara's face in his hand and turns it towards him, "Get used to it because it's all yours and you'll see it more often."

Damian's forwardness shocks Sahara and somehow turns her on in ways she's never felt before.

He looks up at her with hungry eyes, "I'm in control. I'm going to drive you insane, do you understand? And then I'll stop until you beg me for more, beg me to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until everything screams in your mind and you're exploding with pleasure. I'll fuck you good, so good, you won't be able to think of another man. I'll make you cum like the good girl that you are."

With that, they become one. Each thrust had Sahara fisting the bed covers. There was pain but it was quickly diminished by the pleasure that has taken over her body. She cries out in both pleasure mixed with physical discomfort. She feels him tear through her walls, both physically and emotionally.

"You're so beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful." Damian says in with a thick English accent. He leaves trails of kisses down her neck, and then says in a husky, deep voice, "I want you to scream my name, I want you to tell me how much you want me."

Sahara stutters as her body relaxing into the ecstasy, making her want more. "P-please, D-Damian, I want you, I- I really want you." She feels the endorphins in her body beginning to release from pleasure overboard.

"You feel so good, baby." Damian whispers in her ear in a seductive tone, sending fireworks through Sahara's body.

Sahara reaches her climax and her body collapses from the intense pleasure. She has officially lost her virtue to the man who has hurt her uncontrollably but she had somehow fallen for him unconditionally along the way.

Damian kisses her forehead as he collapses beside her.

"Bloody hell, that was good." Damian mumbles as he slips into slumber.

Sahara lays on Damian's arm, smiling, as she stares at him sleeping. Her smile fades, Will he return back to his cold self tomorrow? I don't even know what to expect from him, she thinks.

She falls asleep as her thoughts starts to take over.

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"What the fuck? I know for a fucking fact that Sebastian told you not to come here. You little Muslim whore, do you not know how the bloody fuck to respect privacy?" Damian yells as he inches dangerously close to Sahara, trapping her between the wall and his body.

"Damian– please, I didn't know it was–" Sahara stutters.

"–such a bloody big deal?!" He finishes her sentence as his fist hits the wall beside her head, making her flinch. He grabs her wrist, twisting it behind her back.

Sahara's vision became blurry from the tears at the edge of falling, "Please, it hurts, Damian. Please..."

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A/N: IT'S BEEN A WHILE!! I MISSED YOU GUYS!! I'm so sorry I couldn't update, I had assignments, tests, and exams because it was near the end of the semester. But I'm back!!!

! I will go back to my , Insh'Allah, yaaaay!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!!!

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