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

Chapter 255

Captive Slave 255

Chapter 255

Chapter 255

PRINCESS EMERIEL

"...I'm sorry for the wounds that ran too deep, the ones that scarred over." He dropped his weight, grinding his thick, hard erection against her.

She gasped, awareness reigniting in her body, desire coiling tight in her belly despite the mind-shattering release she'd experienced just moments ago.

"My pretty Riel."

Unable to bear hearing any more of his heartbreaking, heart-healing words, Emeriel surged up, capturing his lips in a frantic kiss.

She poured all her pain, her longing, her love into the kiss, tasting his lips, his essence. Her eyes slid closed, surrendering to their passion.

For endless minutes, their lips battled together, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

His kisses made Emeriel feel like she'd had ten gallons of ale. Her mind sluggish, her limbs heavy. My Beloved. Mine.

How will I live without you?

me to an end, his big body was taut with desire hunger burning in ha

When the gaze.

She parted her legs in a silent invite. "Inside, please."

"I st

one more thing to apologize for," he said in the gentlest tone. "This is going to hurt."

"It's okay." Emeriel blinked up at him. "I know your... um, size. We have done... uhm, this before."

He shook his head, apologetic. "You were in heat, it's not the same."

Eyes searching hers, he pushed forward.

Or tried to.

Emeriel felt the pressure of his length nudged against her. Once. Twice.

attempt brought a growing

dropping his

pressed again, and this time, she

you get... bigger?" she

bit, he bore down again. "It's

as he pressed further, the pleasure ebing while the ache between her legs grew sharper.

his fingers touched her lips, separating them.

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more of him slid inside, making her

watered.

voice full of guilt, his hand soothing her

once," she breathed. "All at

it will be really

than suffering the slow, gradual pain. Best to rip off the

he gave

his, he lifted

dread and anticipation swirling in her chest

pleasure, you will properly lose consciousness a few times,"

bore down hard, breaking through her body's barrier, burying himself to the

MISTRESS SINAI

stomping from one edge of the space to the other. She was losing her

of the world slept, Sinai

was first thrown into this wretched prison, fear was

arrival, dreading it, counting

of all the ways she would lie her way through his

stretched into a week, Sinai realized there was something far more

word sent. Not even the

into this dark, claustrophobic hole, like discarded trash,

interrogation, nothing but the oppressive stillness and the sound of

felt insulted. How dare

comforting-no questions meant

that comfort had

muttered, stomping back and forth, her hands clenching and

blood for long. He needs me. I am his bloodhost. He will

go

even as she said those words, a cold voice in the back of her mind mocked her.

11:08 Wed, Feb 19

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