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

Chapter 257

PRINCESS EMERIEL

She screamed when Grand King Daemonikai breached her body. Arching beneath him, Emeriel tried to escape the harsh pain tearing through her, but there was nowhere to run.

Her fingers scratched his to let go, pushing, struggling. “It really hurts,” came out broken and shaky.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said guiltily, kissing away the tears trailing down her cheek.

He pull out, just held himself still above her, tensed with restraint. “I’m all in now. It will stop hurting soon.”

It was the kind of pain that came from driving a burning knife into an open wound. But gradually, it began to fade.

She felt his tension, the effort it took him not to move, to give her time to adjust.

“Move. I’m okay now,” she croaked.

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to hurt her further. Subtle moves to test her readiness.

Opening her eyes, Emeriel looked up at him, couldn’t stop watching him. The passion in his expression, the care he took with her.

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She was greedy for the sight of him, this male who was buried deep inside her. Her breath coming in short gasps, her thighs twitching.

His slow thrusts gradually gained momentum, not rushed but with purpose. She felt stuffed to the brim with every glide of his hardness. Her body trembled with every move.

“Damn…” he grimaced, pleasure and restraint on his face. “You feel so damn good. No one has a right to feel like this.”

Emeriel wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. The lingering dull pain was still there, but it no longer mattered. The pleasure hadn’t truly begun, yet she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Good?” he asked with concern.

“Perfect,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure.

To ease his worry further, she rolled her hips against his, meeting his thrust. “Give me more of you. Take me the way you

want.”

his breath as his hips jackknifed, and his rhythm shifted, faster, more forceful

spot in her, stirring rippling pleasure. She couldn’t contain

the way we fit, My Grand King.

waist, forcing them apart, holding them

An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body

pierced the night. Loud and high–pitched. Ripples of sensation rolled over her, floods of ecstasy drowning her.

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slipped away, becoming meaningless as Emeriel surrendered herself fully to the insatiable pleasure he gave

to control the sounds she made as she unraveled in his

herself on her hands and knees while he hammered into her from

with his pleasure mingled with her moans. Her Beloved couldn’t get enough of

as another wave of ecstasy dragged her under, her

grand king didn’t slow. His strokes never faltered even as she

one point, Emeriel was barely conscious from all the orgasms he’d pulled from her. She barely registered him moving her, positioning her at the edge of the bed, spreading her limp

let her catch her breath. He made true of every threat, making her feel

shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere along the endless hours of the night, she couldn’t remember

over and over as he drove into her, taking her through every

growled, his voice rough with hunger as he pounded into her. “It’s your first time, your body doesn’t need this much strain. But for the life of me, I can’t seem… to get… enough

half, pinning her legs against her chest as he angled

her gland so perfectly, so deeply. Emeriel gasped as the pleasure

happened. She

his name

down her cheeks as she cried through this

are you doing this to me?” she asked when she could

He didn’t sound

too….much!” Emeriel sobbed, her

you to feel every single emotion I evoke in you on this bed. Feel them so you never forget. Feel them so

She was drowning in the sea of ecstasy. “I feel… I feet… It’s too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at his broad chest,

“I think I have just discovered a new

out. How will I ever recover from this?