The morning of the wedding dawned golden and still, the Arabian Gulf lapping gently against the white sand beaches of the private island as if the sea itself knew that something sacred was about to occur. Amber woke in the master suite alone, her body sinking into the ruby silk sheets, her hand reaching instinctively for the warmth of her dominant beside her. But the space was empty. He had risen before her, as he always did on days of significance, to prepare himself and to prepare her.
She lay there for a moment, her amber eyes tracing the patterns of light on the domed ceiling, her body already humming with anticipation. Today was the day. Today she would become his wife in the eyes of God and the law. Today she would kneel before him in the nikah ceremony and accept him as her husband, her master, her everything. And tonight, when the guests had departed and the palace was silent, he would finally claim the last part of her that remained untouched. Her virginity. Her innocence. Her womb.
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