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"Did you like that?"
She could only whimper her answer. "Yes."
"I'll kiss them again later," he promised in a purr, "but for now, I have something else in mind..."
And that was when she felt him slowly part her thighs open, and Prue sat up in shock.
"Khadem!"
The fear in her voice was unmistakable, and he felt her resisting his efforts from the first time as she tried to keep her legs closed.
"You promised, Khadem..."
Blue eyes narrowed at her. "I did, and I never break my word. So will you trust me?"
Prue's fingers curled into fists. The few brain cells she had that were still working were telling her she couldn't risk trusting him, but...
She did trust him.
Even though he was still a stranger to her, and all she knew of him was his name—-
She trusted him, and so Prue forced herself to relax and let her legs fall open.
"Good girl..."
The words made her blush, but she forgot all about her embarrassment when she saw him getting to his knees between her legs.
Oh God.
He cupped her chin and made Prue look up at him.
"I'm going to give you a little taste of how it would feel to be fucked by my cock."
The words had Prue gasping, but before she could even try to understand what those words meant, he had already flipped her on her stomach, and Prue cried out when she felt the weight of his body pushing her down...just as his cock slipped between her legs.
Oh God.
Another cry spilled past her lips when his cock started sliding back and forth between her legs, and the pleasure it gave her was unimaginable.
So this was what he meant, Prue realized dizzily.
It really was just a little taste, but it felt so, so good, with just how hot and thick his cock felt as it throbbed under her sex, and oh, the sheer length of him was just incredible. He was just so, so long, that when she imagined herself really being fucked by his cock, and all of those inches pounding into her sex—-
That was all it took for the pleasure inside of her to explode, and as her moisture once again flowed out in her orgasm, Prue heard Khadem groan...just before his hands squeezed her breasts, and she felt his cock sliding faster and faster between her legs until he, too, started to cum.
Chapter Eight
Prue couldn't even think of saying no when Khadem lied back against the couch and pulled her close so she could curl up against his chest. She felt so much more tired after her most recent orgasm, but it was the kind of exhaustion that also made her feel like she was floating.
Was this what heaven felt like, or was it blasphemous to think that way, considering that every kiss and caress she enjoyed from him was an act of betrayal against Klaus?
"Stop overthinking," Khadem muttered over her head, and Prue couldn't help but smile because he, too, sounded tired and relaxed at the same time.
"You only have a few minutes of rest. Take advantage of it."
That was true, and Prue decided to take his advice. She should stop overthinking, but as for how to best spend these few minutes of rest and sanity...
"Can you tell me something about yourself?"
Khadem nearly smiled. A woman always did want to talk, but whereas such requests would have him dumping said woman in a flash—-
This was Prue, and she was different. Whatever she asked for, he wanted to give, and since she wanted to know something about him—-
"I'm from the royal family of Huzna."
Prue started to protest and tell him she was being serious, but when Khadem remained still under her, she ended up scrambling off him and scooting all the way to the other end of the couch.
She gazed at him suspiciously, and he had no trouble meeting her eyes.
"Y-You can't be."
Khadem's broad shoulders moved in a shrug. "I won't force you to believe me."
Prue felt light-headed. "You're really a prince?"
"The correct word would be sheikh."
The last word echoed in her brain. A sheikh. This man was a sheikh. Khadem was a sheikh.
"Would you like some proof?" Khadem asked silkily.
She should ask for some, shouldn't she? But somehow...Prue didn't feel it was necessary. Just like she trusted him to keep her safe, she trusted him to tell her the truth, and since he said that he was from the royal family of Huzna—-
"Why are you wasting your time on me?" Prue blurted out. "You could've asked someone else to—-"
Khadem couldn't help bristling at the mere idea. "Never."
The possessiveness of his tone made her feel even fainter. "I don't understand why you're helping me."
Khadem's gaze became hooded. "Why do you think?"
"Is it because I'm a novelty?"
Khadem already knew the answer to that was no, but in the end, all he did was shrug and let Prue draw her own conclusions. The less he said on the matter, the better for both of them.
