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Valeria
I hummed sleepily, snuggling closer to the warm heat that surrounded me. Strong hands traced the skin of my arms, going up and down to the crooks of my elbows. I shivered, tingles of heat following the path of his touch.
I could feel his burning gaze on me as he traced my cheekbones. My lashes fluttered when his hand descended down to my slender neck. Lower. To the soft peak of my breasts.
“Khalid…” I sighed, my voice sultry because of the sleep. I felt his breath fanning on my neck, our bodies touching each other, when his hand trailed across the neckline of my dress.
“Mhmm,” he hummed, his voice hoarse and masculine. My toes curled hearing his rich voice. “Good morning, Valeria.”
My name had never sounded so beautiful. So soft yet hot. His tongue wrapped around my nam
