Page 62 of Filthy Hot Prince

“Call went well?”

“Mhmm,” she hummed, entwining her fingers with mine and laying her head on my shoulder.

The subtle scent of the perfume I had gifted her wafted in my nose, making me smile. She wore it to the dinner so she must have liked it and it meant a great deal to me.

That moment with Valeria standing beside me, staring at the sky, was one of the times when I was the most peaceful and content I had ever been in my life. Besides from painting, but even then, my head was filled with chaos to let out everything I had felt.

It made me feel like the time I had held baby Zara for the first time, holding her tightly, too afraid to make her fall from my arms.

I was content and relaxed every time Valeria was around me. Except the moments when I wanted to claim her like an animal.

I looked down at her, her beautiful freckled face free of any makeup as she looked over the wide span of evening sky. Her red hair was coiled over in a bun. She was still wearing the ruby dress.

When she let out a sigh, I whispered, “What are you thinking about?”

She faced me, her face concerned. “Would it be selfish of me to have my sight back? I wish I could see the sky right now. It feels beautiful to me, but I want to see it with my own eyes.” Her palm cupped my face, her eyes blinking with unshed tears as she squeezed them shut. “I want to see you. See your face, your lips, your eyes. I… I really wish I could see you, Khalid.”

Valeria looked away, as if she wanted to continue. Holding her palm on my cheek, I kissed it. She took a shaky breath and said, “But sometimes I think that if I get my sight back, I would lose my sense of smell. I… I love the way I can sense different notes and even built my brand of perfume because of it. I don’t think I would have been able to do that if I wasn’t blind. So what if I get my sight back at the cost of losing my sense of smell? It makes me…—”

“Scared?” I finished her sentence. She nodded sadly, still not facing me. “I don’t know how you feel, but you can have both, sweet. Have your sightandsense of smell. And it’s not selfish, Valeria. Don’t ever think that for wanting your sight back. I researched about your blindness and I can help you with a donor, if that’s what you wish for, my sweet one. I want you to have your sight. Help you with anything you want.”

My heart felt heavy when a tear slid out of her eye. I wiped it away, kissing her cheek. I didn’t want to see her cry. I wanted to help her with whatever she wanted and make her smile. Make her happy.

“Why would you do that for me? You are a famous artist. A Prince. Sultan’s brother.”

“Because somewhere along the way from hearing your voice and painting you, I fell for you, my sweet. I would give you my own eyes if it gave you your sight back.”

Valeria gasped, “Why on earth would you ever do that?”

“Silly woman.” I smiled down at her, trailing her hand to my shirt, where my heart pounded wildly. “I like you. I wish to paint you forever if I could. You are my art. My muse. My sweet. And forever will be.”

She kissed me. Her soft lips pressing over me as I tasted the salt of her tears. Her body pressed against mine, her fingers feathering through my hair when I embraced her, touching her back and stroking her spine. Wild electricity trickled through both of us.

“You do terrible, terrible things to my heart, Khalid,” Valeria whispered, caressing my cheek. “I wish nothing more but to be by your side.”

I had no words for what I felt for her. I needed to express how much she meant to me. Breaking and mending my heart little by little with shy smiles, soft words, and whispering kisses.

Our kisses turned urgent, our hands clenching and unclenching over each other’s clothes.

They had to go.

I took her inside the room, tugging the dress off of her, unclasping her bra and revealing herself to me. I didn’t waste any time to remove her lace underwear as blood thrummed through my veins.

I looked at her tenderly, almost disbelieving that Valeria was spread naked on the bed. I wanted to give her everything. Everything and anything.

“Khalid,” Valeria spoke, her voice sultry and low, wanting him to touch her and claim her.

Her soft voice had a hint of urgency behind it as she sensed Khalid crawling up her naked body. Valeria felt the heat of his face and the warmth of his breath against her cheek. She angled her head towards him, pressing her lips on his hot skin, feeling the graze of his stubble on her palm.

I captured her lips, closing my arms around her as she melted into my embrace with a tiny moan. Our passionate kiss felt hot. Her fingers bunched in the dark locks of my hair before lowering to my broad shoulders. I sighed softly when her palm glided over my chest, feeling my abs as her body arched up to me.

Valeria’s fingers trailed lower to my pants, eliciting a small moan when her palm traced the outline of my prominent bulge. Her fingers hurriedly helped undo my pants. She was eager to touch my hardness, wanting to make me feel good.

My eyes traced her parted lips when I hovered above her. Both of us naked and bare. My lips pressed against hers gently, nipping and tasting. Our kisses filled with relief and an anxious hesitancy that formed between us. I exhaled sharply against her neck when her ankle brushed against my thigh, her hands feeling the beating pulse of my neck and the tendons of my shoulder.

My fingers lowered to the center between her thighs and rubbed her slickness over her heated sex, slowly rubbing the hard clit. My cock twitched against her thighs when Valeria pressed against my front. Our need to consume each other growing and growing.

Valeria spread her legs and gasped sweetly when he dipped his finger inside her hot cavern, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside her with the tenderness she hadn’t known before. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking nervously when his lips moved from her cheek to neck and lightly pulled on her earlobe, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear.

I cupped her smooth buttock with my free hand, her hips slowly rocking against my finger when I teased her entrance. I was aware of her body trembling beneath me, but she wasn’t stopping me. The strands of her copper red hair splayed across the dark sheets, which made her alabaster skin glow. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her pink swollen lips parted as she breathed out my name when I inserted another finger.

I cursed sharply against her breasts, feeling the tightness of her walls clenching my fingers. If I hadn’t known already, I would’ve thought that she was a virgin. Heat flowed from between her legs, coating my fingers as her fingers held onto my arms. The scent of her body and the musky perfume of wild roses enveloped my senses.

I couldn’t wait anymore. Ihadto have her.

“Valeria, are you ready?” I asked, pulling away to look at her. I licked the sweet glistening nectar from my fingers, groaning at the taste.

She gasped at the sound of him sucking his fingers clean, her sex clenching deliciously. She was definitely ready. Far more ready.

“Yes,” she begged. “Please, Khalid.”

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