Page 37 of Filthy Hot Prince

Valeria

Ihummed sleepily, snuggling closer to the warm heat that surrounded me. Strong hands traced the skin of my arms, going up and down to the crooks of my elbows. I shivered, tingles of heat following the path of his touch.

I could feel his burning gaze on me as he traced my cheekbones. My lashes fluttered when his hand descended down to my slender neck.Lower. To the soft peak of my breasts.

“Khalid…” I sighed, my voice sultry because of the sleep. I felt his breath fanning on my neck, our bodies touching each other, when his hand trailed across the neckline of my dress.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, his voice hoarse and masculine. My toes curled hearing his rich voice. “Good morning, Valeria.”

My name had never sounded so beautiful. So soft yet hot. His tongue wrapped around my name, striking a chord deep in my belly.

Khalid’s hand traced the curve of my body in the soft fabric of the dress. I took a deep breath when his hand found the hem of my dress, trailing it up to reveal the soft pale thighs.

He paused, “Valeria?”

I breathed out. “Please don’t stop now.”

My body arched up to him, wanting to be touched and kissed. His hands scrunched the fabric of dress and took it off of me, my arms lifting to help him remove it.

Heat creeped up my neck to my face. My hands flew instinctively to shield myself from the burning gaze of Khalid. I felt the hot, warm sensation in my underwear and lazily rubbed my legs together, wanting to stop the increasingly growing heat.

Khalid

(Khalid first person, Valeria third person)

My mouth watered at the sight of her bare skin against the dark ruby sheets. I watched her angelic face through my half-lidded eyes, gleaming with arousal and lust. I wanted to touch myself at the sight of wetness polling in the white lace underwear.

I held her wrists and gently pulled them away from her body, revealing her perfectly round breasts. The pink tips of her nipples arching towards me, her breath getting caught in her throat.

“Let me see you, my sweet one.” My rich, velvety voice brushed through her ears, allowing her to relax under my gaze.

My fingers raked through her silky russet waves, tucking them softly behind her ear and pressing a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. Valeria’s body pressed against me, her soft breasts squishing against my muscular, hard chest. The tent in my trousers brushed her thigh, making me clench the sheet.

My lips descended on her neck, kissing and tasting the pale skin, licking her pulse and enjoying the way her body responded so quickly to me. My hands trailed down the valley between her breasts, circling each bud. Valeria gasped when my hot mouth wrapped around her nipple, lazily sucking it and biting the nub with my teeth.

I wanted to get drunk on the sweet moans coming out of her lips when I suckled on her breasts. My hand pinched the nipple and squeezed the soft flesh while the other hand trailed over the curve of her waist, soothing her. Valeria whimpered underneath my large body. My hot mouth repeated the actions on other breast until they were flushed.

I pulled back, proud at the sight of her sensitized breasts, and pressed a sweet kiss to the tips before moving my mouth towards where I wanted the most. Goosebumps raised on her body when I watched her through my lashes. Clenching my jaw, I parted her legs and pressed my middle finger against her heating sex.

Valeria took a sharp breath at the new sensation of being touched and caressed so intimately. Her teeth sunk into the seam of her bottom lip when my finger moved lazily through the lace.

My eyes didn’t leave her face when I fisted the hem of little lace covering her and tore it apart.

She gasped.

My eyes zeroed on the bare sight of her sex, the wetness oozing out of her, her musky scent surrounding us. I flung away the shredded lace somewhere in the bedroom and held her thighs to really look at her.

My voice was deep and husky when I groaned out, “So wet and pink. I want to taste you, Valeria.”

Valeria squirmed under my heavy gaze on her bare sex. Her breath quickened and the sensation coursing through her tightened into a coil, the pressure growing and growing until I relieved it for her.

By touching her where she wanted the most.

“Khalid,” she moaned quietly, turning her face.

I trailed my fingers over her slicked lips, finding the little nub of pleasure and rolling it around experimentally. I wished she could see herself at that moment. Sunlight was peeking through the curtains, making her body glow when my finger pushed inside her warm heat.

She is so fucking tight.

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