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“Malik.”Her nails drove deeper into his back as his cock withdrew and sank back into her in another mind-numbingly hard thrust.
“I’m fucking you, my little sister, my shaqifa—-”
The words unlocked something savage in both of them, and Malik started pounding into her, his every thrust ferocious and brutal, and Kyria let out a keening cry. It was exactly what she wanted, and she clung to him, her hips moving wildly to welcome his possession. Her lost gaze jerked to his, pleading and demanding—-
Fuck me. Break me. Own me.
His cock rammed into her, and their bodies arched against each other, the sound of Malik’s growl blending with her moan as they came at the same time.
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THE ROOM WAS MOSTLYdark when she woke up, the only light coming from the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Kyria rolled to her back, her mind still a little sluggish even as vague memories start to take shape and meaning—-
Her eyes flew open.
So that really happened.
For a long while she simply stayed there, naked under the covers but feeling too lazy and pleasured to make herself care. Even now, she could still remember the way Malik had fucked her – all five times of it, and every time he had only given Kyria her release when she could no longer stop herself from crying out her love for him.
I love you, Malik,she had sobbed out, and only then had he thrust into her one last time, shoving his cock all the way deep into her womb and grinding hard until she started to stream as she came.
I love you so much,she had whimpered while she rode him, and only then had the sheikh reached up to squeeze her breasts hard and pinch her nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure was just what she needed to fall beyond the edge, and her hips had moved fast and wild over his as she reached another orgasm.
After, he had taken Kyria with her back against the wall, and the fourth time he had taken her from behind with her ass up in the air. As for the last—-
A blush stole over her cheeks.
The sheikh had seated himself in front of a full-length mirror, and after placing her legs over the armrests, he had made her look at their shared reflection while he parted her folds and impaled her from behind.
Don’t take your eyes off the mirror,he had ordered in a guttural voice when she had tried to turn her gaze away from their all-too-erotic position.
Look at us.And there had been something in his voice that made her heart ache, something in it that told Kyria that her beautiful sheikh wanted her to look because he didn’t want her to forget him—-
It had made her turn her head, and as she did, she felt the sheikh suck in his breath. She knew he thought she was disobeying him but it hadn’t been that at all.
She was turning her head so she could kiss him, and as he stiffened at the touch of her lips, she whispered,You’re the only man I’ll want to look at, Malik. The only man I’ll love. Only you.
A sigh escaped Kyria at the memories, and as she slowly forced herself up, her body started to ache in all sorts of strange places. It made movement a little difficult, but she didn’t mind. She liked how her body ached. The pain made her feel his, the way she now knew she had always wanted to.
A quick glance at the clock told her that it was a few minutes past four in the morning, and her brows furrowed as she wondered where the sheikh could have gone. Picking up the sheikh’s discarded shirt from the carpet, she put it on before padding out of the room.
Kyria found the sheikh in the balcony, and her steps came into a halt. He had changed into a thin long-sleeved shirt and woolen pants, and he was bent over the rails, looking so deep in thought, she suddenly felt unsure of the right to intrude.
As if sensing her presence, he suddenly turned towards her, and caught by surprise, Kyria’s lips curved into a tremulous smile.“M-Marhava.”
He didn’t say a word, his arms only opening, and tears stung her eyes.
Malik’s chest tightened as Kyria flew to him without the slightest hesitation, and his arms closed around her in a hard, inescapable embrace.
“What are you doing so up early?” she whispered.
“My jet’s scheduled to take off in a couple of hours.”
She pulled away. “So soon?”
He nodded.
Thinking that it had to do something with the king’s private call last night, she said simply, “I’ll get packing then.” She started to turn around, her mind already racing at how she’d be able to finish everything she had to do before leaving. She would have to contact the university online regarding her transcript, and then—-
