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

Captive Slave 157

Chapter 157

Feeling him there was weird, yet pleasant. Stuffed to the brim. Withdrawing, he plunged in again.

Yesssss," she panted, "More."

In short, hard thrusts, King Daemonikai owned her in a way she never thought was possible. It was almost too much, every nerve-ending was alight with ecstatic bliss.

Her core throbbed, flowing with so much liquid Emeriel was beginning to think she might be a nymph. Only a sea nymph would gush this much liquid, right?

Apparently, even Syrens.

The grand king began a rhythm that had her making incoherent unintelligible noises and singing like a canary. Loud cries and prolonged moans reverberated through the air, mixing with the filthy slap of skin against skin.

In a distant part of her mind, Emeriel knew she should have felt ashamed. She was a lady, yet here she was, moaning like a seasoned whore. Begging for more of his sweet member. Begging him to ravish her until she was lost in the heavens. This behavior defied every standard of etiquette. It was utterly unladylike.

Yet, shame was the furthest thing from her mind as she screamed at the top of her voice.

The full-heat truly did act as a protective cloak, shielding her from shyness and shame, while unleashing the most wanton part of her. It felt right, to want him this way... unabashed. Uninhibited.

Emeriel was exactly where she belonged, right under this male. Her Alpha. Her Beloved. Mine.

She was his to command. Pinned beneath him, unable to move, taking the strokes he gave, she was his to own. And he did not hold back.

Emeriel screamed, erupting into another blinding orgasm that had her squeezing her eyes so much, she feared they might

pop.

guttural groans from him. Emeriel could listen to those sounds all day. They were a different

as he lowered his face

much," Emeriel gasped, drooling on the sheet. She was

murmured, and she felt a kiss on her nape.

Ohgod. Sogood. Toomuch. Goodgoodgood...!

tore through her, so cataclysmic, Emeriel could no longer discern where one sensation ended, and another began. Her voice rose to a hoarse shout, escalating into a scream so loud it shook the

every thrust, Emeriel soared through the skies, and swam in the

his face so close to hers, exposing her entire expression to his watchful eyes. "Such a pretty little

orgasm while she was still in the throes of the last one. Emeriel could only sob helplessly, clenching the sheets so hard her knuckles whitened, taking it all, unable to hide how much she was enjoying it

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Chapter 157

Into the sheets

the harsh realities of the world

tears spilled

sated body, and shaky legs,

her lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss that left her

this

its first delicate strokes of light through the curtain,

manhood was still buried deep inside her virginal core. Though Emeriel could barely feel any part

breaths were deep and even. Over the past few days with her, he had rarely slumbered, staying awake even after their long, marathon couplings,

fog was clearing. She could already feel the soreness setting in, her limbs too tired to

heat will be over. He will leave. This closeness might never happen

or private slaughter, depending on which grand ruler discovers my secret next. I