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quickly as she could. It had been quite rude of her to not even wait for Ella to say goodbye back, and while she did feel bad about it...

There was something else she wanted more, and already butterflies in her stomach had gone stark raving mad at the thought of what lay ahead.

Soon, soon...

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when she spied the sheikh's limousine already parked outside the school gates, and the sheikh himself standing next to it, waiting for her.

A gruff laugh escaped Altair as the princess flew into his arms like a homing pigeon.

"I miss you," he heard her whisper, and the sheikh's lips curved.

Bending his head, he whispered into her ear, "Did you really? Did you miss me...or my body?"

The princess pulled back, a thoughtful frown creasing her forehead, and then a moment later, she said, "You. I miss you. I always miss you. But right now, I also miss your body more."

A moment passed.

And then Safiya heard the sheikh say under his breath—-

Fuck.

And it almost...almost made her smile.

But because the sheikh had already opened the limousine's passenger door and was practically shoving her inside the vehicle in his haste, all Safiya had time to do was tumble down on the backseat. She heard the door slam shut and the lock clicking in place as she pushed herself up, and when her gaze drifted to the sheikh—-

"Tell me what you want," Altair grated out, and Safiya's heart skipped a beat.

"Kiss me," she whispered unevenly.

"Where?" he growled.

"B-Between my legs—-aaah!"

So swift were the sheikh's movements that the next thing she knew, he already had her legs thrown over his shoulders, he was kneeling on the floor, and his fingers were slowly parting her silk panties to the side.

AAAAAAH!

Another moan escaped her as the sheikh started eating her pussy like he had been starving for her flesh, and her body started to shudder as she felt the pad of his thumb rub over her clit. Her eyes started to roll back, and although Safiya did her best to hold back—-

Altair's tongue thrust deep, deep inside of her pussy, and just like that she was coming hard and fast, her body convulsing as the wetness gushed out of her. But still the sheikh's mouth remained pressed against her folds, and all she could do was whimper and clutch his head.

Yes, yes, yeeees.

It was good, so, so, sooooo goooood.

And yet—-

Her eyes flew open when she felt the sheikh pull her folds further apart, and she had never felt herself this stretched open and exposed. It was the strangest feeling ever, and as her legs started to shake, she also felt her breasts swell up and ache—-

AAAAAAH!

He was doing it again. His tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy. Deeper. Harder. Faster. And oh my God, she could feel pleasure rebuilding inside of her. Tightening into a ball. Tighter and tighter until something inside of her snapped—-

A startled cry escaped the princess as she found herself coming for the second time.

God. Oh God. Oh God.

Waves of pleasure washed over her, and all she could do was shudder and gasp. An eternity seemed to have passed by the time the tremors had started to fade. She forced her eyes open, intending to thank the sheikh for making her—-

"Sheeeeeeeeeeikh!"

Because his head was back between her legs, and as his tongue circled around her clit, she also felt him slowly penetrate her with one finger.

Oh.

God.

Safiya knew she had asked for this, and since it really did feel oh so good, to have his mouth sucking her nub while he fucked her pussy with his finger—-

She really wasn't complaining. Truly, she was not, but—-

Could she survive having an orgasm...three times in a row?

Chapter Fourteen

Dear Mama,

Papa must've surely read my letter by now, but I have yet to hear from him. I wish I could ask the sheikh about Papa, but I'm afraid doing so might set us back.

ALTAIR UNDERSTOOD THE value of happiness. It was elusive as fuck, more precious than gold, and he certainly wanted it for the people around him. There was nothing he wanted more. For others. But not for himself. Because when Hadwin had drawn his last death, a part of him had died with his father, and since then he had felt as if he had lost the right to be happy.

But things were different now.

Completely different.

And it was all because of her.

His princess.

His Safiya.

Every time she looked at him, all he could see was her desire to