"Prue, fuck..." He could only groan the words out as he shot his seed down her throat, and moments later he heard her cry out as the taste of his cum triggered her own release.
Prue couldn't believe how giving Khadem a blowjob had made her cum as well, and all she could do in the end was cling to his hard, muscular body as wave after wave of pleasure pounded through her body.
And after that, there was no respite for either of them, with Khadem no longer giving Prue a chance to enjoy her few moments of lucidity. He kissed and touched and played with her body regardless of whether the drug was at work or not, and Prue could only dazedly follow his every command.
Hours went by, and Prue learned how it felt to have his fingers fuck her into an orgasm, and how giving his cock a boob job could also trigger her own release. In the back of her mind, Prue knew that once the drug finally wore off, she would look back on this night and feel shock and horror at some of the things she had done...and the things she had allowed him to do with her.
But what would always be her greatest shame, and something she didn't think she could ever admit, even to herself...was how terrified she was that he might be right.
She might indeed be destined to be his, but even someone as sheltered as her knew that such a thing didn't automatically guarantee Khadem was destined to be hers.
Chapter Nine
The window blinds were all rolled up when Prue woke, but the sunlight that streamed inside the room wasn't so bright that it hurt her eyes.
It was early morning still, she thought dazedly, and it was only when Prue forced herself to sit up, and she felt the oddest parts of her body start to ache—-
Oh no.
She remembered everything at once, and relief nearly had her sagging when she saw that she was fully dressed. He was likely the one who had gotten her back in her clothes, and while that was embarrassing, it would've been more awkward if she was still naked—-
"Good morning."
The sound of his voice made her jump, and she finally noticed Khadem back in the lounge chair across the couch. It was her first time to see him in the light of day, and he looked even more magnificent with sunlight casting shadows over the aquiline edges of his face and the sculpted muscles of his arms.
"How do you feel?"
She cleared her throat. "I'm...okay." It was such a lame thing to say, but in her defense, this was her first morning-after, and Khadem wasn't even her boyfriend. She hadn't even known him for more than a day. It couldn't get any more awkward than this, could it?
"Has the drug worn off?"
Prue couldn't help wincing. "Um...yes." She obviously stood corrected. It was even more awkward now, having been reminded that the only reason they had spent the night together was because someone had hated her enough to spike her drink.
Khadem was unused to dealing with a woman who was so damn difficult to read. All this time, he had been waiting for some sign from Prue, just so he'd know where he now stood with her. But so far, all he had gotten from her were short, awkward responses that didn't offer a single clue to her feelings.
Prue's stomach turned when she saw Khadem shove his hands into his pockets. He seemed tense and almost frustrated, and she wondered if this meant that one night with her had been more than enough, and he was now itching to get rid of her.
That...was possible, wasn't it? He was a sheikh, and she was nobody. It was only natural she'd be unable to hold his interest—-
"I had a call earlier."
The sudden words cut into her thoughts, and Prue looked at Khadem uncertainly.
"Would you like to know who spiked your drink?"
Prue could feel herself pale. "H-How?"
Instead of answering, Khadem rose to his feet and offered her his hand. "Let me show you." He saw Prue bite her lip, and he wondered if she was now afraid of him. Disgusted by him even. And if she did feel those things, Khadem knew he only had himself to blame.
When Prue had finally fallen asleep in a state of exhaustion, Khadem had found himself watching her until dawn...and reflecting and regretting the actions he had taken.
The life he had led taught him to seize what he wanted without hesitation, but he should've been more careful with someone like Prue. Not only was she unaccustomed to the ways of his kingdom, but he had known from the start she was a kind and gentle soul. A fucking angel on earth. But instead of soothing her fears, he had taken advantage of her weakness.