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.”

under his breath as his hips jackknifed, and

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

the way we fit, My Grand King. We were truly made for

from his waist, forcing them apart,

crashed over her. An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body

Ripples of sensation rolled over her, floods of ecstasy drowning

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as Emeriel surrendered herself fully to the insatiable

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

and knees while

her moans. Her Beloved couldn’t get enough of her, just as she couldn’t

incoherent gasps as another wave of ecstasy dragged her under, her body convulsing.

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

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 legs apart

let her catch her breath. He made true

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

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

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

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

perfectly, so deeply. Emeriel gasped as the pleasure increased beyond her capacity to take it.

happened. She saw

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

down her cheeks as she cried

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

sorry, Beloved.” He didn’t sound apologetic in

Daemon…stop. You make me feel too….much!” Emeriel sobbed,

want you to feel every single emotion I

much, Daemon, ” 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, but it

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

me from the inside out. How will I ever recover