A nightmare waked up tara from her sleep with a jolt. She whipped sweat from forehead and after taking deep breaths, she inspected her surrounding. Not finding oman's presence in tent, she came out looking for Oman. She observed flaming fire and crumbled sand where he sat.

A crazy feeling bubbled inside her. She clutched her dress hard with her hands.

Not thinking right. she called out for him with shaky breath and again she cried out his name on top of the lungs. It was very first time she pronounced his name on her lips and it was so strange for her. When he didn't came she rushed to waters hoping he would be there.

She again called his name, but no sign of him. She only perceived a hollow pang inside her heart.

Only she could hear cold breeze sounds, noises of birds on top trees who were disturbed by a frightened spirit looking for her mate.

He left me

She was at the edge of breaking down, when she felt a soft whisper of her name. The name which gave her a new identity.

She could clearly recognise his body shape in utter darkness. Without sparing a second she ran to him and embraced him. Her little body was nothing in comparison to his beastly physique.

The hole that she had in her heart was now filled by this huge man she was embracing tightly with her little arms. she wanted to be close to him.

"What happened, why are you outside?"

She was embarrassed to explain it to him that she had a nightmare and ran like a maniac to find him.

"Let's go" his voice sounded mad he took her wrist and pulled her.

Taking her inside the tent. He checked her from head to toy, looking were any injury. she was in a thin gown. her breasts shape formed showing her nipples and telling him, those were erected.

He cursed under his breath and he pushed her on the soft mattress with force and she collapsed on it with a thud.

"Don't you dare go anywhere without my permission, you don't have any idea what could happen to you, stupid girl"

He was about to turn but she grabbed his hand,

"Don't go" he looked in her light hazel eyes, begging him to stay close to her.

He softly laid her pushing her shoulders down with his both hands and after that tugged her with comforter.

"Sleep i am right next to you"

She looked at him with frown. Her cheeks flushing pink.

She pulled herself up and wrapped her hands on his bicep, looking at him with her puppy eyes. Oman's heart swelled looking at her eyes and pouted lips. A sudden gush of desire overwhelmed him.

He pushed her head away with his forefinger. "Now you are behaving like a real monkey". His anger wanished away.

She thaught he would again go outside instead he laid on the comfy mattress beside her.

"Sleep" he pushed his both hands behind his head using them as a pillow.

She pulled his right hand from behind his head and straightened it she lowered her head, resting her head on his shoulder.

He was looking at her amusingly.

While Caressing her head on his chest, she throwed her one leg on his, wrapping herself completely around him. She cuddled with him pushing her soft body against him. Her erected nipples rubbed against his side. She was soft like cotton balls. So fucking soft.

What more he could tell her breast's size, perfectly can fit in his palm. He took a cold breath realising her physical closeness. Now he wanted to get away from her, his sanity on edge.

He couldn't explain in words about his ambiguous feelings. He never understood love, for him love was alternative to lust, to complete his physical needs, he kept many mistresses arcross the country and was renowned for his manwhore personality.

It was not his fault women fell on his feet, one release with him can show them stars. Now he was getting hard by little girl laying by side, who doesn't even know what sex is.

Tara it was a beautiful name but he wanted to know her real name. She was cute, like a tiny monkey. She sometimes become really clingy. Like right now.

The way she shouted his name with fear, he felt a current in his whole body. He was happy too because it was first time she called him by his name. it made him feel different feeling he never felt before.

Need to pat her head arised in him. He brought his hand on top of her head and his fingertips dipped in her dark locks. Her head was smooth and Tiny. His fingertips lightly worked in circular motion In her dark locks. He pushed his face near her head and sniffed her hair, the beautiful smell intoxicatating him. The smell was fuel to the fire and he found himself hard as fuck.

He cursed himself, realising what he was just doing. She was playing with his mind.

Soon her body went limp and she drifted off to sleep.

And the worst part was that he was still hard. He didn't knew why he was so distressed. His cock needed it's relief.

!!****!!

They got up early in morning and oman told tara to take a bath, she went to lake to take a bath while oman made something to eat for themselves. He also came there while she was sitting at the edge of Lake.

He called her name and she stood immediately.

His eyes zeroed on her. she was drenching from head to toy. Her Percy titts were visible from her sheer brown dress. Her wet long hair fall gracefully down her waist.

She didn't even knew how to clean up as she always bathed in city with her clothed on. Whatever it was, he wanted to go along with it, and he surely didn't want sun to rise before their departure.

Now it was his turn to wash himself and he removed his shirt, tossed it on a palm tree.

Tara's eyes stucked on his chest. His shoulder were broad, his arms covered with veins. There were long cut on his chest and some cut marks followed down to his lower abdomen. Fatima once told her that oman was a commander in army.

He was huge, sneaky eyes travelled down to his tented pants. The area down there was always swelled. She wondered what he was hiding there.

She checked him out openly, he scolded her with his booming voice in air. "Remove your wet clothes. Dammit" he commanded her, sliding into water, he dipped himself till his waist.

He splashed water on his face and rubbed his face forcefully. When his eyes moved to her, she was removing her clothes. She coiled up her long gown till her waist, her kitty was visible. oman stoped and bacame a statue. He could litterly see her tender flesh. He also saw some pubic hair on her pussy.

His eyes were stuck on her fluffy lower lips. Her waist bones were visible too. He blinked his eyes forcefully.

"Hey stop"

It was really hard for him to look somewhere else. He heard some frustrated voices coming out of her mouth.

"I am stuck" she whimpered.

When he found her struggling he pushed himself out of the water and placed toward her. He found her dress stucked around her head.

Denying the effect of his senses and averted his gaze , he helped pulling her dress down.

He was out of breath. Fuck! what is wrong with me? He tried calming his senses.

She was now fully clothed.

Without sparing time he barked "what you were doing? I told you to change in tent not infront of me, you dumb" she flinched at his hard tone.

He was going crazy seeing how pretty dumb she was.

He couldn't believe what he saw. She was naked. Her legs thin and more white. He shaked his head to shoo away the picture from his head.

Not shrinking icily into shame her head held high, her confused eyes meeting his angry green one's. Her sight roamed on his naked chest.

Foolishly, "You changed infornt of me" she murmured indistinctly scraching her head with her finger.

He roamed his veiny hand in his hair feeling frustrated and heaved a sigh to control himself.

"You can't remove clothes in front of a man. I told you to change somewhere else not here, why are you so stupid." with severe anger in his brilliant eyes, he raised his voice and hovered his body over her small one.

"But you are my husband. there are no secrets and shame between a husband and wife"

"We are not" he roared.

"Yes, we are" she stomped her feet on the ground.

"Who told you this bullshit" he grabbed her wrist making her wince.

"Fatima said" she meekly replied.

There's no point arguing with her. Fatima already filled her head with some bullshit and he used to wonder what they chat about. Now he clearly fucking know.

Fatima, why you have to do this to me. He thaught what other things she had told tara.

About sex too?

'What has gotten into him it's not like she has stolen something' tara thaught. Mostly people used to get angry when she steal from them.

He left her wrist with a jerk making her body move with force.

Placing his hands on his hips, he went into deep thaught, what other things she has told tara.

He looked at her state standing still staring at him weirdly. She wasn't even embarrassed about it.

"Why are you standing there, go and we're not done with the talk, I'll certainly put some sense into you some other time" he pointed a finger at her.

He wanted to teach her some lessons.

"Ok" she whispered only to herself, unshed tears in her eyes. His cruel hostility wrenched her little heart.