Khalifa’s amber eyes burned into Maryam as he pulled the silk sheet completely off her body. She lay naked on the emerald bed, chest rising fast, full breasts heaving with every breath. Her dark n*****s were already tight and aching. Between her thighs, she felt embarrassingly wet, her p***y throbbing under his stare.
He knelt on the bed, his powerful body hovering over hers. The Sultan was even more imposing up close — broad chest, ridged stomach, thick thighs, and that heavy c**k now fully hard, curving upward, the thick head glistening. Maryam couldn’t stop looking at it. It looked too big, too intimidating, yet her body clenched with raw need.
Khalifa didn’t speak. He simply reached out and cupped one breast in his large hand, squeezing firmly. His thumb brushed over her n****e, send
