Sweet Obsession

Sweet Obsession

by Theodora Koulouris


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It has been written that their souls will unite and travel across time and space throughout the universe for all eternity and that their love shall have no end. They will survive many lifetimes until they fulfill their destiny. Only then can they finally bring a balance to their hearts’ desire. Only then can their souls satisfy their thirst to unite and become one …
In 1877, Prince Nidal is the crown prince of Arabia, born to a life of privilege and bound by ancient laws. With his thick black hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, and a warrior’s body, he is perfection—and the dream of every woman in the land. Powerfully arrogant and fiercely sensual, Prince Nidal has the whole world at his feet—until the night a dream turns his perfect world upside down.
There he sees the perfect woman, his true soul mate. He falls fiercely in love with her and dedicates his life to searching all of heaven and earth to find her.
Far away, the young maiden Loula lives a happy life working in a bakery in a small town in the Americas. Her simple life is filled with simple dreams, and her wish to become a bride is soon to come true.
It takes years, but when Nidal finds his Loula, she becomes his sweet obsession—and nothing will stop him from possessing her. He kidnaps her on her wedding day and whisks her back to his kingdom. Theirs is a world of love and passion and a scandal so strong it rocks two nations.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781475944754
Publisher: iUniverse, Incorporated
Publication date: 11/09/2012
Pages: 354
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.74(d)

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Sweet Obsession

By Theodora Koulouris

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Theodora Koulouris
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ISBN: 978-1-4759-4475-4

Chapter One

Loula Arabia 1877

There he was, looking as handsome as ever. He stared right at me, clearly distressed, with his big, beautiful, blue eyes. He was leaning against the stone wall, looking lazy. It seemed to everyone in the ballroom that he was listening to a few gentlemen argue about politics, but I knew him better than anyone in this room did. He nodded to the two gentlemen, as if he heard every word they said, but his eyes never wavered from me, as if I were the prize, as if I were the only woman on earth. Some people say I have cast a spell on him. They do not understand his feelings for me.

Even though a distance was between us, I could still feel his eyes on me, burning my skin, electrifying my body, and stirring strong feelings of lust deep within my soul. Sometimes I wonder who this man is and why he loves me so. I do not have royal blood running in my veins; nor am I an aristocrat. I am but a poor commoner from America with no family or wealth to speak of.

Every breath Nidal takes, it is for me. I see it, I feel it, and I know it without any doubt whatsoever. Sometimes his love scares me. No one has ever loved me this way before. My prince loves with all his heart and soul. When I touch him, every fiber in his body comes alive. I have this unexplainable power over him.

His piercing eyes were still looking hungrily at me, and I looked back at him. I stared right into his soul, the same way he looked at me. Frustrated, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair, never once taking his glance away from me.

I know what he is thinking at all times, even before he thinks it. I know it is hard to understand what I am saying, but it is the truth. His feelings for me consume him. These feelings run in his blood, in his veins, like a drug that takes over his body and controls his every thought.

And if he does come to me now, I will have no way to control myself. I will tell him that I love him too. I have withheld from telling him this because I fear the way he will react. There's no telling what he might do in the name of love.

Nidal had been ridiculed for loving me this way. His people did not understand the hold I had on him. The king, Nidal's father, said he would lose the respect of his people. They were already questioning his obsessive behavior.

This country cried for him to find a wife from their country—not a woman from another world, a commoner who did not speak their language well and did not know their traditions. They wanted him to choose a wife with Arabian blood in her veins, a woman who could give him a son, an Arabian son. The people wanted him to marry royalty. They wanted him to marry the beautiful Princess Shaeena, someone who had been trained from birth to marry my prince one day. Nidal did not love her. He never had. He saw her as the sister he never had. Nidal, his cousin Billal, and Princess Shaeena grew up together.

He does not listen to anything anyone tells him, and he betrays everyone by loving me. He has loved me ever since he laid eyes on me many years ago. He has never loved or been with another woman. He is true to me and only me. The king has been patient with him all these years because he thought his son would eventually change his mind, but that did not happen. So the king stood back and allowed his son to follow his dreams. He had no other choice.

I could not take my eyes off him either. I watched him watch me. I knew he was losing his patience. Any minute now, he would come charging over here to stake his claim. He was very possesive of me and did not like it when men were around me, especially his cousin, Prince Billal, a handsome prince who showed admiration for me. I knew that my prince suffered deep inside his heart whenever I so much as glanced at Prince Billal. He told me so. Nidal felt threatened whenever his cousin was around. I had no idea why. I knew I had not given him any reason to feel threatened, and neither had Prince Billal so far.

Prince Billal walked over to me, and I did not know what to do. He flashed me a smile to die for, showing off even, white teeth and luscious lips that I was sure could seduce any woman he wanted to. He had dreamy eyes and long eyelashes. He had tied his lengthy black hair in a ponytail, and I knew without a doubt that every woman in Arabia would love to run her fingers through his thick mane. Billal's powerful warrior body stopped a few feet away from me.

I looked around the room and noticed every woman in the ballroom staring breathlessly at him. He reached out and pulled me close to him, near enough where I could feel his heart beat against my breast. He kissed me tenderly on the cheek, and then he whisphered hoarsely for my ears alone, "Loula, you take my breath away," and at that moment I looked over his shoulder and saw Nidal lose all color in his face and charge right at us.

I felt Billal's body stiffen as a fuming Nidal barked, "Take your paws off my woman!"

The music halted. Everyone in the ballroom stared at us. I froze, not knowing what to expect next. I could hear whispering among the crowd, and I saw the people of this kingdom shaking their heads in disapproval. I braced myself for what I knew would happen. My prince swung his fist and knocked the stunned Billal off his feet. As he fell to the floor, everyone, including myself, stared at Nidal in disbelief.

Nidal turned and looked at me with accusing eyes, as if I had betrayed him, as if I had torn down his world. At that precise moment, his cousin stood up after stumbling a few times and raised his fist to swing back at Nidal, for he was angry and feeling humiliated. But the crowd kept him from doing just that. The consequence of putting one's hands on the crown prince was prison.

There was silence again in the ballroom. Everyone fearfully took a few steps backward. They did not want to be caught in the middle of the feuding cousins.

Nidal took this opportunity to threaten everyone at the ball. "If any man so much as touches, talks, or even looks at Loula, I will rip out your throat!"

Everyone stared at him, fearing he would do as he threatened. Nidal was a man obsessed. His hands shook as he looked around the room. I knew he was daring anyone to disobey him. He wanted me all to himself.

I am supposed to stand among this crowd at the ball all by myself? What is the point for me to be here in the first place if the men are not allowed to look at me and the women keep their distance out of envy and fear? No one has befriended me yet, and after this episode, no one will ever want to be my friend!

Nidal's accusing eyes stopped on me. I shrank back from the hostility I saw in them. Nidal grabbed my arm abruptly and pulled me swiftly through the disbelieving crowd, humiliating me to no accord. He angrily marched us both out of the ballroom with quick strides down the hall while everyone looked on.

I was racing to keep up with his long, angry strides, I almost lost my balance and tripped on the Oriental carpet that was so lavishly thrown on the marble floor. We reached the bedroom door, and Nidal kicked it, creating a two-inch gash with his boot. The door swung open, and he pushed me in the room as he also walked in and slammed the door shut behind him.

His chest was rising and falling and his eyes were blazing fire as he turned and faced me. He gave me a look that said, "I will kill you now."

But I held my ground. I am not afraid of him! I know he loves me, and I know that I love him too. So I only felt anger that he dared to embarrass me so. How dare Nidal do this to me!

He walked up to me. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He was fuming, out of his mind with anger. I knew he wanted to throttle me, but I was angry too. Nidal had humiliated me in front of all his people. They already had a hard time accepting me, and now this would put an even bigger damper on things.

I did not do anything wrong. How dare he put me in this awful position!

I raised my hand and quickly slapped him hard across his face. It was a gut instinct. I did not even think about what I was doing. It just happened, and I immediately regretted my actions.

It caught him off guard. So much anger flickered in his eyes. Without thinking, I raised my hand to slap him again, and this time, he caught my arm in midair. Then he grabbed my other arm, and I thought he was going to push me to the floor, but he just held me with his strong arms as he stared deep into my soul, angry as could be. Then he brought his lips down to mine and kissed me.

At first, it was a hard, brutal kiss as his lips crashed down on mine. Then slowly, without warning, it turned into a sweet, slow, passionate kiss. He pulled me close to him and kissed me so sensually and so lovingly that I melted against him. I lost all sense of what was happening and collapsed in his arms. His hands slid down the arch of my back, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his manhood press against me, and I melted in sweet ecstasy in his arms.

I was completely in love with him, and at this moment, if he had asked me to carve out my heart and hand it to him on a silver platter, I would have done just that. I knew I could not live without him. He was my life now, as I was his.

Our bodies fit together as if God created us to become one. The closer he pulled me to his body, the heavier he breathed. I could feel his heart beating so fast that it felt like my own. This was the time, so perfect a time to tell him how I felt. My lips went close to his ear, and I whisphered softly, "I love you."

His body stiffened, and he softly pushed me away from him. Confused, I looked up to his face and saw that his eyes were closed. I tried pushing my body up against his, but his hands blocked me from getting too close to him. Suddenly, his hands let go of me, and his arms dropped to his sides. He walked away from me.

I stared after him in disbelief. Nidal walked quickly into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. A million unanswered questions came to my mind. I felt faint. I put my hands up against the wall to support my body and tried to calm my beating heart before it burst from pain. I could still feel his burning lips on mine and his hands on my body. Imprints of his lovemaking were marked on my skin, proving to me that I was not dreaming. This was real. My blood was still in heat, my hands were shaking, and my heart was breaking.

What did I say that made him upset? Did he not want me to love him? Was he still mad at me for accepting a kiss from his cousin? How dare he drag me here, start making love to me, and then push me away like that! He never once considered my feelings! Today was all about him! He is conceited! Does he ever stop to even wonder how I am feeling? How I am hurting?

Fuming, I walked over to the bathroom and swung open the door. He had some explaining to do, but as I looked in the bathroom, Nidal was standing with his back turned to me, just staring at the wall.

"Nidal ... Nidal ... Nidal."

He ignored me.

I stepped a few feet closer to him and whispered, "Nidal."

Nidal turned around slowly, and his face looked tormented.

"Explain yourself," I said.

He walked up to me in two strides and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Why did you lie to me?"

How ironic! After begging me for months to love him, when I finally feel the love he always craved, I tell him, and he has trouble believing me. He has no reason to doubt me. My heart belongs to him and him alone.

He was staring deep into my eyes. I knew he was waiting for an answer. Slowly, the tears in his eyes rolled down his beautiful face.

I looked up at him and whispered, "I love you."

He pulled back and, in a voice that sounded full of anguish, told me, "Do not lie to me. Tell me the truth."

I looked into his tormented, blue eyes and said softly, "I love you, Nidal." And I wiped the tears from his face. "I remember a day not too long ago when you told me that you could not live without me. I understand now what that means, for I too cannot live without you, Nidal." I told him, praying that he would believe that I speak the truth.

Finally, I saw the muscles on his face relax. He took me into his arms and kissed me tenderly. I tasted the salty tears that rolled down his face and onto his lips. I pushed my body onto his, letting him know that I also wanted him as much as he wanted me.

My prince lifted me up in his arms and walked over to the bed, where he gently dropped me on the mattress, and then he lay down next to me and took me in his arms again. We lay there, just staring into each other's eyes. Both of us had tears that threatened to spill over a river and drown us with love.

I understand now. It is simple. My prince wants to be sure of my love for him before he gives himself to me.

* * *

We stayed up all night talking. He had a million questions he wanted to ask me, and I also wanted some questions answered. I wanted to know every thought that occupied his mind. I thought I knew him well, but I was wrong. I would spend the rest of my life, if I had to, to find out everything that lies in his heart.

I desperately need to hear from his mouth that he desires me as much as I desire him. "Nidal, if you love me as much as you claim you do, then why do you hesitate to make love to me? Is there something wrong with the way I look? Am I not woman enough for you?" I asked, and I pulled away from him and looked up into his handsome face.

Nidal's eyes blazed with passion as he pulled me back into his embrace. "You think I don't desire you?" he asked hoarsely, as he pushed his body on mine. I felt his huge manhood piercing my thigh and electricity shot throughout my entire body. "Loula," he whispered, and he closed his eyes. I held my breath as I waited for him to speak. When Nidal opened his eyes, his hold tightened, and he sighed. "I want nothing more then to make love to you, but I will not, because I do not think it is the right time yet. I need to be 100 percent sure that you are ready for me." He said softly.

"You think I am not ready? I have never been more ready in my whole entire life then I am at this very moment, Nidal." I said, hopeful that he would believe me.

Nidal searched in my eyes for the truth. A few seconds later, he sighed, and said, "You are not ready, Loula. I have waited for you for too many years to act on lust alone. I need more from you and I can tell you are not ready yet. After waiting for you all my life, Loula, one more day won't kill me, but not waiting and rushing things will." He stopped for a brief second so I could comprehend what he was telling me. I cannot believe I wasted all these years living without him, meeting all the wrong people, and not once thinking of this beautiful soul.

Nidal's beautiful face inched closer to mine. I can feel his breath on my face. I am dizzy with want for him. I need him badly. Does he not realize this?

"I can tell you do not understand my explanation, Loula, which only proves to me that I am right. You are not ready for me. I have waited for you practically my entire life. I could not erase your image from my mind. I could not even kiss another without feeling as if I had betrayed you. I need for you to understand my feelings for you. It is very important to me that when I make love to you, your feelings will be as mine are for you. I will accept nothing less," he said passionately.

Wow! Unbelievable. Who loves like that? So many women are in this country, beautiful women who would die just to spend one single night with my prince, and he chose me. I can't even comprehend it. It is above and beyond human nature. How can a beautiful man like this remain a virgin for all these years, waiting for me?

"Nidal, if you love me as strongly as you say that you do, then how can you keep yourself from making love to me? Do you not feel an urge to have sex?" I asked.

"It is not without great difficulty that I refrain from making love to you, Loula." Nidal lowered his eyes and sighed. "I have mastered my thoughts and feelings, and know how to handle the situation when need be."

"Then please tell me how you are able to do that, so I too can do the same, because I am suffering from need for you and know not what to do," I said.


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RomanceQueen1 More than 1 year ago
Nice start but once I got to the middle of the book OMG I couldn't put it down! i finished it overnight. And the ending...Oh my it's tragic. I highly suggest everyone to read this tragic romance. I'm hoping for a movie.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
it most be an amazing book from an amazing women that wrote this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such an amazing story... I think that there should be a sequel of it! :)