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feel his flush deepening as the two girls burst into peals of laughter.

Ella was privately relieved to see the sheikh looking discomfited at hearing his fiancée compliment his, er, physical endowment. As much as Ella hated to admit this, Khal was so used to being showered with praises that he wouldn't have any problems taking such words in stride.

Sheikh Altair, however...

The man clearly did not believe himself attractive, and it probably had much to do with the scar that marred the left side of the sheikh's face. Ella herself had a hard time not staring at it the first time she had met the sheikh, but only because it was rather prominent at certain angles.

Just like Safiya thought herself more an ugly duckling than a swan, the sheikh appeared to see him more a frog than a prince, and well...

Altair was slightly puzzled when he noticed the way the Crown Princess of Kivr was suddenly smiling happily at him. He had no idea why she seemed to have changed her opinion of him out of the blue, but since he was not the kind of idiot that questioned a gift horse in the mouth, the sheikh simply smiled back, politely repeated his excuses to the two, and then finally...

THE SHEIKH TOOK SAFIYA all the way up to her suite in the students' residence building. The place was supposedly restricted to females only, but the resident manager was all smiles when the sheikh went through the front doors.

"Welcome, alshaykh."

"I require a private moment with my betrothed."

"Of course, alshaykh. Please let us know if there is any other way we can assist you."

And that was that.

Safiya's suite was in the fourth floor, and as soon as the doors of the elevator closed on them, the sheikh pulled her close, and Safiya didn't even hesitate, her arms wrapping around his neck just as his mouth took hers in a kiss so, so deep she felt it all the way to her toes.

His tongue stroked in, and she moaned. He lifted her up in his arms without breaking the kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. A chiming sound played a moment later, and Safiya couldn't help sighing in yearning when the sheikh was forced to lift his head.

"Give me a moment, hamira."

"A moment seems too long."

And as always, the way the princess uttered the words so seriously had Altair wanting to smirk and kiss her senseless at the same time.

Once inside her suite, the sheikh kicked the door shut, and Safiya let out a startled laugh when he promptly threw her on the bed, and she laughed again as she ended up bouncing a few times. When she turned to see what he was doing—-

Oh.

Safiya quickly sat up at the sight of the sheikh, now completely naked, walking towards her.

Her body burned, her blood quickening with a rush of desire that now felt familiar and yet still oh-so-exciting.

She wanted him. She wanted him so, so much. But also—-

"May I take you in my mouth, Altair?"

Altair was rigid with shock. Had he fucking heard his princess right?

"I watched a lot of things last night," Safiya whispered.

Fuck.

He couldn't help reaching for his cock at her words, and he felt himself swell in his grip as he saw the way she was staring at his member.

"You watched porn. Is that it?"

The sheikh's voice was guttural with lust, and all Safiya could do was nod as her body burned even hotter at the sound.

"And you saw a woman pleasure a man with her mouth."

"N-Nem."

"And you want to do the same thing?"

She started to speak, but when she saw the way the sheikh had slowly started stroking his cock, all she could do was whimper and nod. Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Do you think this will fit in your mouth, Safiya?"

Another whimper escaped her, and Safiya slowly shook her head. How could it, when his cock was still swelling in size even to this very moment?

"But you'll take it anyway, won't you?"

She couldn't help moaning.

"Yes."

She would totally take it.

His cock in her mouth.

And oh...oh...oh...

The sheikh ordered her to sit on the edge, and her heart raced and pounded even as she scrambled to do his bidding. He stepped between her legs, and the sheikh was so large and tall that she didn't even have to bend her back. His cock was directly at her face, and her need for him grew.

Beloved.

"Are you hungry for this, hamira?"

"Nem, alshaykh."

"Then take it." His voice turned harsh. "Show me what you've learned."

And

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