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 hips jackknifed, and his rhythm shifted, faster, more forceful now.

rippling pleasure. She couldn’t contain the cries spilling from her lips, her body

we fit, My Grand King. We were

her legs from his waist, forcing them apart, holding them wide as

left her gasping and arching her body off the bed, as

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

hear me. Yet, Emeriel was unable to control the sounds she made as she unraveled

on her hands and knees while he

she had come to associate with his pleasure mingled with her moans. Her Beloved couldn’t get enough

dissolving into incoherent gasps as another wave of ecstasy dragged

strokes never faltered even as she thrashed beneath him.

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

breath. He made true of every threat,

she knew she shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere along the endless hours

lips like a prayer, over and over as he drove into

voice rough with hunger as he pounded into her. “It’s your first time, your body doesn’t need this much strain.

pinning her legs against her chest as he angled himself deeper.

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

then it happened. She

eyes as a cataclysmic orgasm barreled into her. She screamed his name so loud she half–expected

as she cried through this

to me?” she asked when she

didn’t sound apologetic in the

too….much!” Emeriel sobbed, her head shaking

hers, drawing out every sensation. “I want you to feel every single emotion I evoke in you on this bed. Feel them so you never

too much,”

I have just discovered

inside out. How