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.”

jackknifed, and his

stroke hit every sensitive spot in her, stirring rippling pleasure. She couldn’t contain

Grand King. We were truly made for each

back, his hands uncurling her legs from his waist, forcing them apart, holding them wide as he plunged

“Daemonikai,” as it crashed over her. An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body off the bed, as he fucked her through her climax and into the next. His ruthless pace pushing her to new,

the night. Loud and high–pitched. Ripples of sensation

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

unable to control the sounds she made as she unraveled

hands and knees while

mingled with her moans.

words dissolving into incoherent gasps as another wave of ecstasy

His strokes never

registered him moving her,

He made true of every threat, making her

ahhh, Daemon.” Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere along

her lips like a prayer, over and over as he drove into her, taking her through every inch of

first time, your body doesn’t need this much strain.

legs against her chest as he angled himself deeper. “You’re so

thrust hit her gland so perfectly, so deeply. Emeriel gasped

then it happened. She saw

name so loud she half–expected the windows to shatter along with her,

trailed down her cheeks as she cried

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

Beloved.” He didn’t sound apologetic in

Emeriel sobbed, her head shaking weakly from side to

all, Riel,” he commanded, his hips rotating against hers, drawing out every sensation. “I want you to feel every single emotion I

too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at

her ear. “I think I have just discovered a new hobby in my old age. Making

out. How will I