The Crown Prince was kissing me. I was in absolute shock. Never in my life had I ever imagined kissing a royal Sheikh’s lips on my own.
His plump lips were soft. I remembered the cherry essence as he had sucked my upper life, politely asking for entrance. Iblis had cupped my face to deepen the kiss, creating intense vibes in the motion.
The assault had frozen my system as the brain went numb, paralyzing my whole body. I was turned into a statue at his uninvited invasion—consequently, I had unknowingly submitted.
Astonishingly, I neither pushed him nor encouraged him. For the ruler of Sahababad, who was being feared by many, took charge of my body with his soft lips.
I was in constant denial as I struggled with raising debates and erupting butterflies in the stomach that I didn’t kn
