The Distance Between Us

"Aria..." the Sultan called. "Will it not be better if I get to marry you instead of the Prince?"

I had never thought that I would one day be standing in front of this man again. His beautiful, captivating eyes which would stare at me with passion heating in them, seemed to express his uncertainty and desires.

This man... This delectable man.

I know I what I want, and I know what he wants. I want him as much as he wants me. But our whole world is an upside down crisis...

"...Why do you keep doing this to me?" I asked,squirming as the hard calluses of his hand brushed against the inside of my thigh as he encouraged my hips higher.

I could feel his breath on my face,raspy and hot. His body burning from exhaustion and surprisingly,his palms were very cold on my skin.

His beautiful hands that did terrible things,would shamelessly ignite a spark from within me at the slightest touch,causing me to respond to him like a bïtch in heat.

Oh I hated how vulnerable I was underneath him. Yet... I loved it. I have been crazed,mentally disorganized and nothing within me could keep fighting my desire for him.

"You pretend to hate it,but if I touch you here..." My lips quivered when I felt his fingers on my most sensitive spot. And staring into his eyes that were now taunting me,I felt naked and helpless.

He knows my weaknesses,my strengths,he knows what to say and where to touch and right now,my eyes weren't even denying a thing.

"Do I lie,sweetheart?" He asked.

"No... Master." I scarcely breathed.

It was at that moment that it became evident to me that no matter how hard I tried to deny it,no matter how hard I tried to wrestle with these feelings,I am only going to keep being at war with myself.

Oh... what a blessing it is to be fucked by him...

I want this handsome Sultan to make love to me right here and right now. And... I want to be his forever.