15KhalidI poured myself a glass of whiskey as she stood awkwardly near my bed. I watched her with half-lidded eyes, still angry yet concerned for her. “How are you feeling?” I said, stepping closer to her, the scent of fresh roses and something feminine surrounding her. Valeria looked in my direction, her fingers closed together in front of her. She was nervous. Hm, she should be. “Good!” she said, nodding. “I am good! How are you?” “I am quite furious but worried,” I replied truthfully, taking a sip of the alcohol. I sat down in the armchair near the nightstand, cool wind blowing from the balcony caressing my skin.“Why are you furious and worried?” “Come here and I will tell you.”She looked in my direction, her gaze narrowing. “That sounds like a trap.”I chuckled and swallowed the contents of the glass, leaving a burning sensation in my throat. I kept it on the table and looked at her, spreading my legs. “Come here, my sweet one,” I purred in a low voice, seeing the effec
16Khalid“Do you really want to know, Valeria?” She nodded, her soft face peering up at me as I moved back to remove my tee shirt. I had never told anyone about it. Not a single soul, but I wanted to let her know. Even though it meant becoming awfully vulnerable. I wanted to let Valeria know about the scars on my back. Taking a deep breath, I turned, showing her my back. “The reason I didn’t want to join you in the lake is because of my back. I… I never remove my shirt because of it.”“Okay,” she said, sitting up and waiting for me to continue. “Touch my back, Valeria,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. I clenched my jaw when I felt the soft pads of her fingers on my back. I tried not to recoil as her gentle hands moved around, freezing when they met the bumpy and scratchy skin. I tensed, feeling both of her hands on my back. Valeria gasped, “Khalid…”I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Who… why, what… who did this to you?” “My father,” I said, my shoulders feeling heavy. “Everyo
17ValeriaI loved how Khalid tasted; musky, salty, and masculine. The groan of his pleasure resonated through my body, making me wet. His cock was hard, but the skin was velvety soft as I moved my hand back and forth. I wanted to taste him again and hear him moan. Leaning down, I licked his length again, this time taking the tip in my mouth and gently sucking on it. “Valeria,” Khalid moaned, his hand weaving in my hair and holding it as I repeated my actions. I must be doing something right, making him moan like that. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I wanted to hear it again and again. I parted my lips and bobbed my head back and forth over him, taking his aching cock inside my hot mouth as much as I could. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked on him, loving the way he tightened his hold on my hair and guided me to do it slowly. His sharp inhales and groans made it pleasurable for both of us. I would do anything to hear him groan like that. KhalidThe tips of her copper hair
18Khalid(Khalid first person. Valeria third person)“Did you enjoy the food?” I asked, helping her wash her hands in the sink. The dress I had sent to her room felt like a second skin over her, dipping over her curves and making her look stunning in the ruby color. I had managed not to stare too long at her cleavage throughout the dinner and haul her over my lap, but slowly my patience was diminishing.“I loved it. Especially the spicy curry and the sweet dessert,” she beamed, her cheeks, nose and ears turning red because she had spicy food. I patted her palms dry with a hand towel. “I am glad you did. Would you like to come to the palace next week?” “The palace?”“My home. Nasrin, my sister-in-law is having a baby shower and we are holding a modest party—well, not modest actually. We are holding a celebration and my brother invited you to come along with me. If you want.”Why am I nervous?Maybe because she will get to meet my family?Zara had called earlier, interrupting us, to
19Valeria“Yes.” I begged, “Please, Khalid.”I had never heard my voice full of lust. All Khalid had to do was be in my presence, and it turned me into such a wanton woman. Even though I was a little nervous and afraid, I trusted Khalid to be gentle. I knew he would never hurt me like he had. Khalid wouldn’t even dare to think about that. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I spread my thighs, feeling the hardened length of him brushing over my calf. I felt the walls of my sex clench as instinct drew me closer towards him. When I felt him pull away, I frowned at the loss of his heat and his musky scent. “What happened?” He let out a sigh, kissing my knee softly. “I need to get a condom from my room. I will be—”I closed my hand around his, stopping him from retreating. “There’s no need. I am on pills,” I replied truthfully.Khalid(Khalid first person. Valeria third person)I had never had sex without a condom in thirty-two years of my life. I was too afraid of the repercussions of a
20Khalid (Khalid first person, Valeria third person)I wanted to do everything for her. To her. Anything and everything she asked, I would offer it to her. I took her lithe body in my lap, softly kissing her pale, slender neck. Valeria’s hands feathered through my hair, sighing at my hot mouth licking her neck and nipping at the skin softly.Knowing she was being so open to a man, especially me, for the first time, made me twitch in my boxers. My kisses turned rough and the primal part of me knew I had to claim her, mark her. I gave her a hickey on her collarbone, rubbing the red mark with my thumb, soothing it. My gleaming obsidian eyes peered up at her. My heart and mind were racing at the erotic sight of her, so beautiful and wanton in the soft glow of the lamps and moonlight. Her russet waves gleamed, the splattering of freckles making me smile. “Khalid,” she repeated, her voice smoky, urging me to do every filthy things I wanted to do to her. Hearing the pure lust in her voic
PART THREE “Rose Colored Sorrow.” 21Valeria(Valeria first person, Khalid third person)“Spread your legs wider, Valeria,” Khalid’s husky voice floated through the studio, reminding me of my position. “I am trying,” I whimpered, the teasing cool air brushing over my exposed, heated skin. Especially my bare sex.Khalid’s voice was in-between a teasing and soothing tone when he said, “Only for a while, my sweet one. I need to draw your swollen pink clit.”I glared in his direction, knowing well he was smirking at my delicious torture. It had been four days since we had sex for the first time, opening up to each other, both emotionally and physically. Since then, we had been having sex and making love in every way possible when we were not painting or eating.That morning when Khalid was bathing me like he always did, he had told me that the painting only needed final touches which he could do by himself. Before I could get sad, he had asked me if he could paint some more of my body.
22Khalid (Khalid first person, Valeria third person)“Valeria, would you like to come see the stables with me tomorrow?” Zayed asked, showing off his pearly whites with a charming smile. I clenched my jaw, shooting daggers at my close friend, who was invited to have dinner with us. Zara hid her smile while jadati raised her eyebrow. Zain, my brother and the Sultan of Azmia and Nasrin, his wife and my sister-in-law, had taken up residence in one of Zayed’s private oasis for a week. Zain was calling it a baby honeymoon and had told me that they would arrive the next morning. Valeria swallowed her food. Even though her hair was in a bun, a few wisps of it framed her face as she looked in Zayed’s direction. I had seen their exchange from afar before the dinner, and I didn’t enjoy how Zayed had dared to hug her and grin at me over her shoulder. “I would love to join you if it’s no trouble,” she replied shyly. I mentally groaned, clenching the spoon in my hand. Would it be rude to thr