Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
He still vividly remembered that day when Safiya had returned to the base earlier than usual: he had been at a meeting with his commanding officers when she had come rushing inside his office and brought everything to a standstill. He remembered his mood instantly turning grim when he had taken the dazed expression on his betrothed's face, remembered abruptly dismissing everyone so that he could be alone with her and find out what was wrong.
He had been ready to go to hell for her, and all he had been waiting for was for her to give him a name. But as soon as they were alone, she hadn't even said a single word - or allowed him one. As soon as the last of his officers left, and the door had fallen shut behind him, Safiya had literally thrown herself at him: slender arms locking around his neck, legs around his waist, and her lips seducing his to open—-
And when her tongue had driven inside his mouth, well...
That had been it for him, Altair acknowledged wryly to himself. Since that was the first time the princess had come on to him in such a manner, his brain cells had ceased to function at that point, and he had found himself more than matching her hunger as he kissed her back and sucked on her tongue.
And when she had started moaning, God...
The memory had Altair feeling a little hot under the collar, and just as he shifted in his seat for the second time—-
His mobile phone played out a text alert he had assigned exclusively to Safiya's number, and Altair's heart pounded against his chest.
Safiya: Are you busy?
Altair: Restless again?
Safiya: Nem.
Altair: I'm two hours away.
Safiya: Perfect. My classes will be done by then.
Altair: Where do you want to meet?
Safiya: I'll be waiting for you by the gates.
Altair: And the driver?
Safiya: Will be happy to have a little break?
Altair: Noted.
ELLA COULDN'T HELP rolling her eyes when she saw Safiya cross and uncross her legs for the nth time...in the past ten minutes. Could the other princess get any more obvious? While Ella herself was always secretly turned on by the sight of her own husband, she had also been too proud to let it show. The younger girl, however...
Safiya was feeling restless again. But unlike before, she was no longer clueless about it, and just knowing what it meant, and what would soon follow once the sheikh arrived...
The thought had creamy moisture lining the inner folds of her womanhood, and Safiya could only shift uncomfortably in her seat as the throbbing between her legs spread to the rest of her body. Unlike other girls, she had been taught at an early age to think of sex as a natural and intimate expression of love, and in hindsight, it had become all too clear why Lady Beatriz had been so insistent on instilling this lesson in Safiya's mind.
As the years went by, Safiya had also become increasingly exposed to the horrors of Saul's sexual perversions, and it was only Lady Beatriz's lessons that had saved the princess from being traumatized. Because of Lady Beatriz, Safiya had grown up with the cherished belief that sex was a wonderful thing when done with someone you loved, and now that she did have someone she absolutely loved...
Memories teased her mind, and Safiya bit her lip hard to keep herself from inadvertently crying out. It seemed so surreal to think that it was only two weeks ago when, having learned of the truth from Ella and Aurora about her condition, she had impulsively gone rushing straight to the sheikh's arms...
And oh, when they had been alone, and she had thrown herself at him and they had started kissing—-
She remembered how a moan had slipped out of her throat and how the sound seemed to have brought the sheikh back to his senses. She remembered how he had struggled to put her down and how she had stubbornly clung on to him. But most of all, she had remembered cupping his chiseled cheeks in her desperation, remembered forcing the sheikh to face her so she could look straight into his eyes and say—-
I do not want to be a virgin any longer...but I have also figured out why I remain one.
And as the sheikh had stiffened, she remembered adding in a rush—-
Your honor prevents you from claiming my maidenhood until you trust me fully, and I respect that. You never have to worry that I might force or pressure you to...to...pop my cherry!
The sheikh had choked and coughed at that point, but because she had been so busy squirming with anxiety at that time, Safiya hadn't even thought to ask if he was alright. All she had been able to think at that moment was to finish what she had to say, which was—-