Page 61 of Filthy Hot Prince

I cupped her cheeks, my eyes darting over her freckles. “My family doesn’t care about the presents and neither do I, my sweet. I don’t want you to worry about it, okay?”

“Okay,” she mumbled. “But I am gifting them something.”

“Yes, ma’am.” My thumb stroked her cheekbone, my eyes falling on her inviting pink lips, “Can I kiss you?”

Again, her lips curled in the stunning smile I adored. Her arms locked around my neck as she tipped on her toes and kissed me. I closed my eyes and sighed when I felt the soft pressure of her body flushing against me, my arms holding her waist. I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my torso as I led us to my bed, laying her down with a soft groan when she bit my lip.

Valeria gazed at me with a shy smile as I kissed her once again, savoring the soft taste of her lips and grinding my hips against her. She arched her back, her hair fanning out on the black satin sheets. She clutched the fabric of my shirt when our kisses got heavier and needier. Lust and passion taking over our bodies.

I pulled away to unbutton my shirt, throwing it away carelessly on the floor and ravished her lips once more with sweet intensity. Her body trembled beneath me, her hands wandering over my chest, abs, pulling me closer through the belt loops of my pants. My lips trailed down the slender column of her neck to the top of her cleavage. My hand slid underneath the silk dress and kneaded her breasts through the soft lace covering them.

“More,” Valeria gasped out, urging me closer until the bulge in my pants pressed on the heat between her thighs.

We both groaned at the heady sensation. My cock was throbbing through the zipper, wanting to feel her as I traced my hand down her smooth skin towards her abdomen.Lower.

Before I could touch her where we both wanted the most, a shrill ringing stopped me. I cursed audibly on her skin, making her gasp at the filthy words as if she wasn’t sure that Prince of Azmia could swear like that.

I sat back, frowning at her. “I am not going to apologize for that, Valeria. I don’t like getting interrupted.”

She kissed my hand, “I am sorry.” She sat up and answered the call.

I scoffed at the caller’s name. Of course, it had to be Brandon. He couldn’t leave us be, especially when we were in such a heated moment that was leading up to sex, making love to her and fucking her in every way I had imagined.

“Yes, wait, I would need to check it.” Valeria held the phone guiltily to her chest, where I had laid soft kisses moments ago. “There’s a product that I need to—”

I interrupted her by pecking at her lips. “It’s okay, it’s an emergency. Sort it out and let me know if you need my help. I am here.”

Valeria returned a sweet smile and kissed my cheek. Before she could leave my room with her dress drooping over her breast and her bra undone, I pulled her back with a soft chuckle and fixed her clothes for her.

“I don’t want anyone to see you like that,” I said, hooking her bra and straightening the front of her dress, making sure it covered everything.

She raised her eyebrow. “Anyone?”

“Yes, my sweet. Only I can see you mussed up like that,” I said, wanting to demonstrate how her mussed up self was not made for anyone’s eyes but mine alone.

I might as well brand my name on her.

It sounds erotic—

I am going insane.

“Now get out before I lock you up in my room till tomorrow morning.”

Valeria’s cheeks flushed red. I wanted to pinch them and then kiss them better.

“I like the sound of that, Prince Khalid.”

I gaped at her when she turned around and walked back to her room, her soft giggles echoing in my head. She did not just say that—She really did.

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Shirtless,I leaned against the stone railing of the balcony, gazing at the night sky. It had only been a few minutes without Valeria, but I already missed her.

Zain was right. I liked her.

I liked Valeria.

Warmth surrounded me when Valeria came to stand beside me, my shoulder brushing over her bare arm.

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