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Valeria
“Yes.” I begged, “Please, Khalid.”
I had never heard my voice full of lust. All Khalid had to do was be in my presence, and it turned me into such a wanton woman. Even though I was a little nervous and afraid, I trusted Khalid to be gentle. I knew he would never hurt me likehehad. Khalid wouldn’t even dare to think about that.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I spread my thighs, feeling the hardened length of him brushing over my calf. I felt the walls of my sex clench as instinct drew me closer towards him.
When I felt him pull away, I frowned at the loss of his heat and his musky scent. “What happened?”
He let out a sigh, kissing my knee softly. “I need to get a condom from my room. I will be—”
I closed my hand around his, stopping him from retreating. “There’s no need. I am on pills,” I replied truthfully.
Khalid
(Khalid first person. Valeria third person)
I had never had sex without a condom in thirty-two years of my life. I was too afraid of the repercussions of a night of lust and always wore protection. But gazing at Valeria’s shy, flushed face, I knew she was telling me the truth and trusted me to be clean.
“Valeria, you would have to sign an NDA, you know that, right?” I said, caressing her leg.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she nodded. “I know. You are a Prince, Khalid. I can sign it right now, if you want.”
When she tried to get up, I pushed her down, kissing her. “Not now. You aren’t going anywhere right now, my sweet one.”
I released the softness of her lips when her fingers weaved through my hair. I held her waist and rubbed the head of my glistening cock on her welcoming, slicked lips. We both moaned and gasped at the intense rush of pleasure.
I clenched my jaw, holding myself back as I spread her lips, groaning at the sight of her pretty pussy. I started slowly sliding the tip inside and wondering why she felt so tight. Flickering my eyes at her, I found her face contorted in pain. Valeria was gasping, as if she couldn’t control her breath.
I froze, my heart thundering in my ears when I found her fingers clenching the sheets tightly. Not in a good way.
“Valeria, what happened?” I asked, concern lacing my husky voice.
“It hurts,” she gasped, her eyes opening as tears trickled down her face. “Stop. Please.”
Her voice was barely audible in the room, but I heard her loud and clear. It echoed in my head as I quickly pulled away, wanting to comfort and soothe her. Wanting to know what was troubling her.
Valeria cowered away from me, wanting to hide as she curled up, her eyes squeezed shut, with tears streaming down her flushed face. I knew that something was very wrong. My muscles were clenched with tension, and I didn’t know how to comfort her without knowing what had happened to her.
I wore my boxers and placed the warm blanket around her shoulder, her fingers clutching it tightly. I knelt down on the floor and stroked her hair.
Did I hurt her?
“Can you tell me what happened? Did I… Did I hurt you?” I asked. I couldn’t comprehend that I might have become what I swore I could never be.
My father. How my father hurt my mother, sweet Isabella, grooming her, using her blindness against her and hurting her until she died.
I didn’t want to be like him. I didn’t want to hurt my Valeria. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.
But I had caused pain to someone, someone so special and precious to me. I had done it. I had hurt Valeria. I didn’t know how I was even able to live in my own skin—
Valeria’s soft hand held mine, holding it close. “It’s not you, Khalid. You could never hurt me.”
Even though relief washed over my body, I was concerned for her. “Something did. Tell me what happened?” I clenched my jaw.
“Are you a virgin?”
She shook her head, “I never lied to you.”