Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 107: 107. Next Destination -2

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Asahd’s POV:

I stirred and opened my eyes. Almost immediately, I remembered the previous night.

′How could I forget? Damn.′

I turned in search of Saïda but she wasn’t by my side. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up.

′I loved it so much.′

Saïda had shocked the hell out of me. But in a sweet way. I’d not to expected anything close to that.

Was she even the one?

′Yes she was!′

I closed my eyes and relived the sensual moment. What it felt like to have her lap dance on me, to

wrap her fingers around me. Though it was short lived, I’d enjoyed the feeling.

I thought of how she sat on me and started grinding.

′Yalah, Saïda. You’re gonna ride me, sweetheart. I’ll teach you.

After what happened yesterday, I need more.′

I heard water running in the bathroom and immediately got out of bed. I saw her lingerie on the floor

and more of the sweet memories rushed back.

Without further thinking, I went straight to the bathroom.

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She was in front of the glass and gasped a little, turning. She smiled and reddened when she saw it

was me.

“Good morning,” she said with a shy smile. “I’m sorry for yesterday,” she mused. “I drank a little too

much.”

“Sorry?” I asked with a raised brow, closing the door behind me. “What for?”

“I kinda played you a lot,” she laughed nervously, covering her eyes. “I crossed a certain limit. Alcohol

and I are done with each other.”

She didn’t even know I was slowly approaching her.

“I don’t even want to think of it. I wasn’t really myself,” she mused, eyes still covered.

By the time she took her hand away and looked up, I was standing right in front of her. She shook a

little, not expecting it.

“It was perfect,” my voice came out unintentionally low. She smiled, biting her lip.

“So it wasn’t weird?” she muttered.

“At all,” I pulled on her towel when she least expected and it dropped, making her gasp a little in

surprise. We were both naked now. “You can do it all over again and again and again. I want it.”

Her lips parted but no sound left them. And then her eyes dropped to my loins and she realised I was

already ready.

“Oh my,” she muttered and looked up at me, “Do you ever get enough?” she asked with a nervous

smile and burning cheeks.

“No,” my reply was husky and I caressed her cheek. “I’m quite insatiable when it comes to you.”

“I married a stallion,” she mused, reddening even more.

“Thought you’d realised earlier.”

I grabbed her hand and raised it above her head. Then I made her turn as if in a dance till she was

backing me and staring at her reflection in the mirror.

“I should hold the sink, shouldn’t I?” she muttered knowingly, looking at me in the glass.

“You learn quick,” was my only reply, holding her waist. I was fully erect and I sure needed that release.

Saïda leaned over and gripped the sink for support.

“Why do I feel like this will go on even after the honeymoon, and for as long as possible?” she said.

“Because it will. You’re not complaining, are you?” I leaned till my chest touched hers. Then I kissed

her cheek from the side.

She smiled.

“Mm. What if I am complaining?” she dared to tease.

“You know me, Saïda,” I whispered, putting hand on her shoulder and making her bend even more until

her chest touched the sink. “I wouldn’t give a damn. You would not try to stop me, would you?”

“You know I can’t,” she whispered, slightly breathless already.

I smiled and lowered myself to kiss the center of her back.

“Part your legs.”

She did just that and I gripped her waist with a hand and her shoulder with the other.

“This is for edging me yesterday, sweetheart,” was my last husky sentence before I slammed into her at

once. Filling her completely.

“OH!” she groaned and I smirked, leaving her shoulder and letting my hand slide underneath her

tummy to her pussy. I found her clit and my fingers played a little with, while I was still buried deep in

her.

“Ahhhh! Asahd! Please! Oh my gosh!”

She moaned and whimpered, wanting me to move and give her an orgasm. It was my turn to edge her

a little. I continued to play with her sensitivity.

“Ohhhhh~ Asahd!” she gasped, grinding a little against me.

“Someone’s horny?” I moaned and a deep laugh escaped my mouth.

“Ahhh~” she whimpered and gasped.

Still rubbing her, I withdrew and slammed back in. Even rougher than the first time, now.

She let out another raw, intense groan. Her body was already shivering a little.

“OHHH! Ohhhh!” she stood on her toes now and all her weight was on the sink.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” I hissed and smirked wickedly. Gripping her shoulders firmly, I got ready

to give her what she wanted. What we both wanted.

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Writer’s POV:

The couple spent two more days in Pisa, during which Asahd gave Saïda all the sensual attention she

needed. Everything was perfect. They visited many other parts of the city and bought some souvenirs,

as well as gifts for their parents and loved ones back in Zagreh.

Being left with only four days before the end of their honeymoon, the couple decided to go to Rome to

finally end their beautiful honeymoon.

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They boarded their flight and were in first class as usual. They fastened their seatbelts and got

comfortable.

“Aaaw. All this is going to be over real soon,” Saïda pouted and then chuckled.

“No it’s not. It’s beginning. It’s not like it’s the last time we’ll be traveling,” Asahd mused, holding her

hand in his.

“You’re amazing. For real,” she smiled and put her head down on his shoulder. “I love you Asahd.”

“I love you too, Saïda,” he put his head gently on top of hers.

Asahd would’ve never believed he could be this in love, just a few months back. When he thought of it,

it even amused and surprised him a little.

During all this time, from when he was just a little boy, he already had his soulmate close by?

Their relationship had undergone all types of stages. Friendship to bitter dislike, to friendship and finally

love.

They’d both searched for the perfect partners, elsewhere. But it was useless because they already had

each other even before they could realise and accept it. They’d always completed each other in a type

of way. Even when they couldn’t stand each other.

Opposites that ended up attracting to each other. Each influenced and changed something in the

other’s life, and it made them happier as individuals and a couple as well.

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Asahd’s POV:

Halfway through the journey, Saïda and I were dosing when all of a sudden, she raised her head from

my shoulder in an abrupt manner. I opened my eyes immediately and looked at her. She looked pale.

“What is it??” I asked, worried. I touched her but she wasn’t feverish or anything.

She frowned and shut her eyes tight, her fingers pressed against the center of her neck.

“Saïda? Sweetheart what is it??” I asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“Any problem, Sir?” a flight attendant walking by, asked. She then noticed Saïda’s appearance too.

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Saïda waved her other hand violently and opened her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to say

something but to my shock, she puked and some of the juice she’d drank earlier poured onto my jeans.

“Yalah!” I gasped and immediately reached for the paper bag that was used for such issues.

“Take this, dear.”

She grabbed the bag and immediately, she vomited.

“Oh my,” I immediately got her hair out of the way, holding it up in a ponytail while she vomited her

tummy out.

She rejected everything she’d swallowed. Everything.

′Oh no. I hope she’s not ill. It’s probably something she ate or drank, that wasn’t fresh or good.′

She vomited for a long while.

“Is she feverish?” the attendant asked.

“N-no.”

“Maybe she doesn’t stand flights and the turbulences? A lot have that problem.”

“No, she doesn’t have that problem. I think she ate something not fresh,” I took the vomit bag from her

immediately she was done, closing it.

“Come.”

I grabbed her hand and we stood.

“Please bring her warm, salty water. We’re going to clean up a little.”

“Okay, Sir,” the attendant went away. I turned to Saïda.

“Take my little bag, sweetheart.”

She did as told and we immediately went to the toilets.

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I flushed the vomit bag and then tied her hair while she bent over to rinse her mouth and wash her

face.

“You okay, babe?” I asked, grabbing my face towel from my little bag and giving it to her.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “I suddenly felt nauseous.”

“I told you not to eat that goddamn sushi. That stuff is disgusting to me,” I cringed at the thought of it.

“Why eat raw fricken fish?”

She chuckled weakly.

“It was probably not fresh,” she said.

“Oh. No kidding?” I said in the most sarcastic manner, raising my brows. She laughed a little.

“Spare me, Asahd.”

“It’s not funny. I got worried. What if you get food poisoning or whatsoever?” I grabbed the towel and

wiped some drops of water on her forehead.

“I won’t. I’m fine. It won’t happen again, sweetheart,” she giggled and hugged me.

“Yeah,” I hugged her back. “Now get your ass back to our seats. I have to clean my jeans.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for that. Lemme clean them.”

“No, Saïda,” I cut in firmly. “Go sit. And drink the salty water, okay?”

She chuckled.

“Alright, Dad,” she mused and then left.

′Sushi’s fault. Why do people eat that?′

I wet the towel and was going to wipe my jeans. To my shock, I didn’t only have juice on, but some of

the goddamn sushi. I literally shivered a little, goosebumps covering my skin in a wrong, uncomfortable

manner!

“Eeurk,” I cringed and wiped it immediately. “This is terrible.”

I scrubbed it off. But as I did so, I puked and ended up vomiting as well.

′I thought I hated sushi, before? Now it’s worse!′