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.

stroke drawing low, guttural groans from him.

lowered his face to hers, his breath mingling with

much," Emeriel gasped, drooling on the sheet.

she felt a kiss on her nape.

Ohgod. Sogood. Toomuch. Goodgoodgood...!

discern where one sensation ended, and another began. Her voice rose to a hoarse shout, escalating into a scream so loud it shook

stab of overwhelming bliss following every thrust, Emeriel soared

princess," he praised, brushing the strands of hair from her sweat-dampened face, his face so close to hers, exposing her entire expression to his watchful eyes. "Such a pretty little

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 from his probing

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to the world. Her body turned to liquid, melting Into the sheets as he used her like a mere vessel for his pleasure. Like an outlet for

her heat would abate, and the harsh realities of the

distressing tears spilled from

exhaustion. Despite her sated body, and

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

this night

first delicate strokes of light through the curtain, Emeriel lay enveloped in the warm, solid cocoon of her

was still buried deep inside her virginal core. Though Emeriel could barely feel any part of her body, she didn't try to withdraw, instead turning her

her, he had rarely slumbered, staying awake even after their long, marathon

to fade, lingering just beneath her skin, but the fog was clearing. She could already

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

public execution or private slaughter, depending on which grand ruler discovers my