A Cinderella For The Desert King

The incline had not been apparent from where they had stood but it explained why she hadn’t been able to see the taller trees or the palms. An oasis meant water and soon they reached it, a bubbling trickle that rose up from the ground and ran in a thin silver ribbon through the trees. Neither horse nor rider paused; instead they carried on, the reason becoming clear a few moments later when the stream fed into a pool of turquoise water framed by palms.

Her exposure to life’s ugliness had given her a new appreciation of life’s beauty, and emotion deepened her voice as she stared at the shimmering, postcard-perfect image and gasped. ‘It’s beautiful!’

The stranger watched her battle to subdue the tears, blinking and sniffing but stubbornly determined not to add any new tear tracks to her face as she pressed a hand to her soft, trembling lips. Standing there, bedraggled, her face filthy and scratched, she knew she looked ridiculously fragile. Stubborn pride was the only thing holding her up.

‘We need to do something about your arm.’

The first hint of gentleness in his voice released the floodgates and the tears began to overflow, sliding down her cheeks as first one sob escaped her lips then another. They just kept coming...deep, subterranean sobs that shook her entire body.

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Without thinking, Zain reacted to her distress. He moved in closer, took her by the arms and stood there, bodies close but not touching, his chin on her head while she wailed like a banshee. One look at her tear-filled eyes and the fear warring with pride there had touched him in a corner of his heart he hadn’t known existed.

The sobs and tremors shaking her body subsided and finally she pulled away, looking embarrassed rather than grateful.

‘I must look terrible,’ she sniffed, not quite meeting his eyes.

‘Yes,’ he agreed, too distracted by the scene playing in his head to display any tact.

She was under him, her warmth pushing up into him, her body arching as he slid deep inside her.

He’d known her barely a few hours and already it was becoming a recurrent theme that his imagination was intermittently adding erotic details to. More a man for action, Zain had never thought fantasies were any substitute for reality. What he hadn’t realised until this moment was just how frustrating they were!