Page 55 of Filthy Hot Prince

“You are so fucking adorable, my sweet,” I whispered, kissing her once more when she smiled at me.

I closed my eyes when her fingers ran through my hair, massaging my scalp. Valeria knew about my scars. I felt content letting her touch my back.

I didn’t have to worry about hiding my scars from her.

I didn’t know whether to be happy about it or feel concerned.

Valeria

Humming, I shuffled in the bed, taking a deep breath from the soft tee shirt that Khalid had lent me before we cuddled each other. It smelt so much like him. Woodsy, pine and fresh male scent. I would drown myself in his scent if I could.

“Khalid?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I sat up on the bed, sheets lowering to my bare legs.

I heard him take a sharp breath on the other end of the bed. What was he doing so far away from me?

“What happened?” I asked.

If he was thinking about his father and his scars, I wanted to make sure he was okay. What he had shared with me the other night felt vulnerable and intimate. I knew he had never shared it with anyone else, and I felt honored that he trusted me to talk about his past, his scars.

I adored him for it.

I felt him move, the air heavy and hot in his room. It felt different from before. Like the time I had entered his room, and he had spanked me, edged me, and made me come in his mouth. My body warmed just thinking about those things, the feel of his rough, large hands holding me close, his hot tongue, mouth, and lips on my body.

“I am sorry I woke you up,” Khalid said, his voice smoky and hoarse.

Biting my lip at the sound of his sexy voice, I asked, “Are you okay?”

He didn’t reply for a moment.

“I am touching myself, Valeria.”

It took me a moment to process what he had said.

I cupped my mouth and turned away, even though it wasn’t necessary. “I am so, so sorry, Khalid! I swear I didn’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were—I am sorry.”

Khalid

I bit my lip and tried to focus on how to handle the situation properly. I hadn’t meant to wake up from my extremely filthy wet dream about Valeria with a boner. She was sleeping peacefully beside me and I didn’t want to wake her up so I had resorted to use my hand, trying to be as quite as possible.

But Valeria was a very light sleeper.

My cock was throbbing in my palm and my head was filled with lewd thoughts of Valeria and nothing else.

She was hiding her face and looking away.

I sighed. “Valeria, you don’t have to apologize. I was thinking about you.”

“You were thinking about me? While touching yourself?”

“Yes.” I squeezed my eyes shut.

“I wish I could see that.” Her voice was almost inaudible, but I heard her loud and clear.

I opened my eyes and looked in her direction. She wanted to see me touch myself.

Valeria wanted to see me.

“Come here.”

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