Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 82: 82. Morning After

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Saïda’s POV:

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. It wasn’t a dream. I was in Asahd’s arms. He’d wrapped me up and I had my head resting on his chest.

It was still dark outside and I looked at the huge clock on the wall.

′Five o’clock.′

Weakly, I raised my head and looked at him. He was fast asleep and clearly as exhausted as I was.

′He finally made love to me.′

I bit my lip, goosebumps taking over my skin as I recalled what had happened a few hours ago. I’d given myself to him. I’d offered my most precious gift to him and I regretted nothing.

I stared at his beautiful face, raising my hand and caressing his face. I smiled to myself.

′Gawd, I love him so much.′

I lowered my head and kissed his soft lips.

′You made me feel amazing Asahd.′

I bit my lip, remembering how good he’d been in bed. I remembered the pleasure and how bad he made me scream his name.

′Gosh. It was amazing.′

I felt my cheeks burn and my breath hitch a little.

′He filled me up so much. He stretched me and it felt amazing.

And his deep thrusts, damn.′

I bit my lip and shut my thighs at the exciting thought.

′I think I passed out twice.′

The memory was blur but I remembered that when I came hard the first time, it was so intense that my body gave up and everything went black. The pleasure I’d felt was more than I maybe could bear.

And then, my eyes reopened a while after just to sweetly realise that he was still on me, his thrust game strong and preparing me for a second orgasm.

′Yalah, Asahd. How do you do that?′

I now understood why most of his exes came begging and rushing back to him.

his licks on my neck and shoulders and his deep thrusts

was a tingle in between my legs

as possible. I

would happen to me. And he did it on my first night! The

what more he has in store

and kissed him softly, careful not to

with him. He’s awakened a crave and desire I never imagined I could have. And now

he can give me exactly what I

owned me. He promised to, and he has. What have you done

at his beautiful

no other person will ever make me feel what you have. No other

one else, will own my

his hand. He had me. I was chained to

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it would soon be daytime and everyone would be up. The heavy rain had quieted down and only a few more drops could be heard. Asahd had warmed me

to leave and return to my room. I was very reluctant to

slowly got out of the sheets wrapping us and off the bed. When I stood, I almost fell. My knees were very weak and my body was sore in a sweet way. There was a sore feeling

how sticky my thighs were. Not only was it because of my own fluids, it was

actually

goosebumps in a sweet manner. He’d done it intentionally.

I’m not getting out until you have the last drop of

in me, echoed in

gosh. Why did he do

me so much that I felt some of it, drip out from the tight sides of

with Asahd was something else.

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and wore them. Then

at a sleeping Asahd one more time and went to

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Asahd’s POV:

I stirred in

′Saïda?′

stretched an arm out and searched the bed. When I felt no one by my side, I

sides of

′Eight.′

get up. Yawning, I

happiest guy

at my ceiling, still

made love to her. To my

The rain had subsided and I could hear noise and voices downstairs as the servants and maids went about their

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