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“I love you so fucking much.” I could hear the grin in his voice. “My little giggle monster.”
I wrapped my arms around him and hummed against his chest. “Rate my penis,” I said.
Khalid laughed again, pinching my nipple just because he could. “I rate it two out of five.”
“Shut up!” I gasped, pushing him away. “My penis is world star.”
He laughed more, then the bed dipped beside me and I could imagine him clutching his stomach with tears in his eyes. “Stop saying your penis. Youdon’thave a penis. You just drew a small dick that has been through a lot.”
I crossed my arms, glaring in his direction. “You are just jealous that my penis is bigger than yours.”
Khalid pulled me over his lap, a small gasp escaping my lips when he held my palm and guided it over his stiffened member. I bit my lip when I touched him through his boxers, feeling the hard, throbbing skin underneath. Thatisdefinitely big enough to be a world star penis. Too bad I wasn’t willing to share it with anyone.
“Now whose dick is bigger, my sweet?”
“Mine.”
“Do you want to feel my enormous cock thrusting inside you,hm?”
“You didnotjust say that.” I grinned and crawled off his lap, looking for the paper where I had drawn my art. “I will ask Zara if the penis I drew is big or not. I don’t trust you to tell me—omph, Khalid!”
He pinned me on the bed, spreading my legs and tearing my underwear. “You will not tease me and leave my room just because of a penis you drew.”
“But it’s my pe—”
“Don’t youdaresay it, Valeria,” he growled, leaning over my face as his warm breath fanned over my cheeks. “Or else I will—”
“My penis.”
Two hours later, I realized my mistake. I shouldn’t have said that. Khalid had tickled me mercilessly, that had turned into kissing, that had turned into rough sex. He only stopped because Tamara had knocked on his door, because I had to get ready for the ceremony.
That Prince had the stamina of a horse.
And yet, I wanted him. Craved to be touched by him and be held in his arms.
I never thought I would be lucky enough to have someone love me as much as Khalid did.
“Grandma and Zara are five paces away from us,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Stay with her, okay? Zain needs my help.”
I nodded, holding Zara’s arm when we both talked about the dress. Zara had a teasing tone when she mentioned that Khalid had never looked that happy before.
“So what do you think about it?” I asked her.
She leaned in and said, “The one you drew is pretty big.”
“I know right!”
Zara chuckled. “You guys are going to make me puke. So stinky cute.”
Grandma piqued in, “I agree with my granddaughter. You both are glowing. Only love makes you look that young and joyous. It has changed my Khalid for the better.” Her warm hand patted my arm. “I can’t thank you enough, my dear Valeria. I know I shouldn’t say it but… in a way, I wished that I could help you see how much love you both share whenever you are close.”
Words ofjadatipierced my heart, my eyes brimming with tears. “I… I wish I could see him too,jadati. See him smile and see you all tease each other.”
Zara rubbed my back and said softly, “I am sorry for being curious, but I asked Khalid about your blindness. He…He mentioned that you need new cornea to have your vision back. If you want, we can have you treated here in Azmia, we have—”
“Oh, Zara, it means a lot to me,” I replied with a sincere smile. “But there are others who need them more than me.”
“That is true, my dear. But sometimes you have to accept what you deserve too,” grandmother replied in a firm yet soft tone, leaving me speechless. Zara agreed with her grandmother.