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

Captive Slave 253

Chapter 253

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For a moment, he debated whether to stop. He was not ready for her to finish yet, not when he was enjoying this twelve-course meal before him.

Maybe he could spend the rest of the night this way, edging her, eating her until the rise of dawn- "Don't ssstop." The pleas came in a hushed, almost ashamed whisper. Like the sweetest, forbidden surrender.

"Please, don't s-stop, Daemon," she cried.

I thought you would never ask, Beloved.

And so, he gave it to her. His tongue plunging in and out, faster, deeper, as his thumb circled her clit, rubbing her into a frenzy.

"Ohhh-" she froze for a single, breathless second. Then shattered with a scream.

Daemonikai groaned as sweet flavor flooded his tongue, his reward for a job well executed. Fuck, she was hot.

His dick was so hard he humped the sheets to alleviate the ache as she splintered into a million pieces in his arms, her thighs tightly hugging his neck.

"Please, puuleease...!" she whined, heaving for air.

Finally, he eased the pressure, his lips turning soothing as he pressed gentle kisses to her sensitive pussy, calming the tremors wracking her body.

His fingers trailed softly along her thighs, patting her down, coaxing her body to relax.

Bit by bit, the tension drained from her... until her limbs melted into the sheets, pliant and spent.

Daemonikai stared at her, possessively taking a good look at his handiwork.

She lay completely undone under him, her eyes closed, every inch of her flushed and glowing, glistening with sweat.

wrecked alright. And the

But something bothered Daemonikai.

her with his tongue. Something that shouldn't be there. Gripping her thighs, he spread her

Surely, it couldn't be...

to his paradise, red and raw from his abuse. Her opening though was tiny, almost sealed shut, despite

in the soft, dim light to

PRINCESS EMERIEL

dead to

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he'd done to her remaining in every fiber of her being, The rainstorm of

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the fog of heat and its hormonal lust, she hadn't expected sex -true intimacy-to bring her pleasure. She had trusted Daemonikai not to hurt her, but she hadn't dared to hope

just experienced... Heavens. It was beyond anything she could have imagined. "Emeriel?" His

that just her own heartbeat echoing in her skull? She wasn't sure. Slowly, she blinked

his voice was

on one arm, she looked

of him-Grand King Daemonikai, her Beloved, lying between her legs-did things to her insides. Emeriel

intensity that made her want to shrink and hide, yet also set her heart racing. "know what I'm seeing, but..." he said slowly, brows knitted, his voice filled with disbelief. "I

don't understand," she said, her voice groggy, head

their eyes met. She saw the raw

heat?" he asked, sounding

cheeks, spreading down her neck. She looked away. "No,

stared into those green eyes

ever touched you outside

can't bear another's hand on me. I want no man's touch but yours. You are

all? Not even once?" Something very

head, her face burning with embarrassment. There was no point