That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 154

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Mortified, she wished for the earth to swallow her whole.

A moment of silence passed before Lord Vladya clicked his tongue, a small smile briefly crossing his features. "Using some uninterpretable choice words, Merilyn suggested I take you far from her abode," Ackeira could only nod. She agreed wholeheartedly,

Pulling away, breaking their intimacy, his voice went up a notch Apologies, Merry. We depart now,"

But, upon their return to Blackstone, an urgent summons whisked Lord Vladya away to court, leaving Aekeira to retreat to the solitude of her chambers alone. Her body still tingled with spent, unfulfilled desire. Hot, Ackeira shed her clothes, sliding under the coolness of the sheets. But sleep proved elusive.

Tossing and turning, her mind replayed every moment of their counter-his lips, the feel of his erection against her, the intimate promises whispered yet unfulfilled.

Gods, I need him so much.

Aekeira parted her legs, letting her hand wander down her body for the first time. Maidens had whispered of such acts, but never had she felt the need to explore herself. Until now.

Her fingers found her sensitive clitoris, tender and swollen with need. Aekeira imagined they were his fingers steering the pleasure rolling off her in heated waves.

"Lights..." she cried, closing her eyes.

Shame mingled with arousal as she adjusted, burying her face into her pillow, biting into the fabric to muffle her moans. Her fingers worked faster, flicking, rubbing, pressing her engorged, slippery nub. Each touch fueled by the vivid memory of his kisses. His taste. The way he had pressed her against that ancient tree in the woods... His teeth sinking into her neck as he brought her to a climax...

A whine slipped from Aekeira as she came, shuddering under the strong waves of release. Her legs clamped together, pressing tightly against her exploring hand as she convulsed.

"Vladya..." she whispered, the name rolling off her tongue like a prayer as pleasure danced over her. Only when her clit became too sensitive did her fingers still. The tide of ecstasy slowly receded leaving Aekeira breathless. Spent.

sheets she was biting down on. She was

You touched yourself.

did so, imagining

want him

flushed her cheeks, her breathing slowing, her

her chest. When it came to him, she behaved like a wanton. Like the slut he accused her of. Prostitutes at brothels probably have

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eyes, but she did not fall asleep for a

EMERIEL

the third

Sated and happy.

Sated, happy, and worried.

such a thing as too much

record. Was every full heat like this, or was it unique to the

fog of pleasure. More pleasure, resting, sips of water, more coupling, sleeping, tender hand-feeding, hurried clean-ups, more heat, and even more

ravenously hungry, exhausted, arousal, basking in the

up, always drifting into sleep when the maids quickly tidied the cottage and replaced the soiled linens. Throughout it all, the grand king was steadfast by her

the heat, massaging her pleasure centers, fucking her hungry channel and womb. Languidly, Emeriel glanced down at her noticeably swollen belly, filled to the brim with

sperm.

was particular about keeping his release inside her. Making sure none of his seed flowed out. Often, he'd hold her legs up, locking them in place, growling as he scooped any that dripped

Daemonikai growled, thrusting in,

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