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.”

breath as his hips jackknifed, and his rhythm

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

fit, My Grand King. We were truly made for each other

his waist, forcing them apart, holding them wide as he plunged into her, fast and

“Daemonikai,” as it crashed over her. An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body off the bed,

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

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meaningless as Emeriel surrendered herself fully

me. Yet, Emeriel was unable to control the

some point, she found herself on her hands and knees while he hammered into her from

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

into incoherent gasps as another wave of ecstasy dragged her under,

slow. His strokes never faltered even as she thrashed beneath him.

him moving her, positioning her at the edge

made true

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

over as he drove into her,

he 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

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

deeply. Emeriel gasped as the pleasure increased beyond her capacity to take

happened.

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

trailed down her cheeks as she cried through

to me?” she asked

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

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

he commanded, his hips rotating against hers, drawing out every sensation. “I want you to feel every single emotion I evoke in you on this bed. Feel

I feet… It’s too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at his broad chest, but it was no

ear. “I think I have just discovered a new hobby in

How will I ever recover