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

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

King. We were truly made for each other

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

instantly and she cried out “Daemonikai,” as it crashed over her. An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body off the bed, as he fucked her

Ripples of sensation rolled over her,

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meaningless as Emeriel surrendered herself fully to the insatiable pleasure he gave

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

her hands and knees while he hammered

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

as another wave

slow. His strokes never faltered even as

the orgasms he’d pulled from her. She barely registered him moving her, positioning her at the edge of the bed, spreading her limp

didn’t let her catch her breath. He made true of every threat, making her feel

calling him that, but somewhere along the endless hours of

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

he pounded into her. “It’s your first time, your body doesn’t need this much strain. But for the

her in half, pinning her legs against her chest as he angled himself deeper. “You’re so sweet. Fuck, too sweet.”

so deeply. Emeriel gasped as

then it happened. She

his name

down her cheeks as she cried through

she

sound apologetic in the

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

against 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 forget. Feel them so you never hide from

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

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

How will I ever recover