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.”

as his hips jackknifed, and his rhythm

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

way we fit, My Grand 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

release came instantly and she cried out “Daemonikai,” as it crashed over her. An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body

Ripples of sensation rolled

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herself

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

herself on her hands and knees

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

gasps as another

strokes never faltered

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 before burying himself deep

catch her breath. He made true of every

ahhh, Daemon.” Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere along the endless hours of the night, she

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

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

chest as he angled himself deeper. “You’re so sweet. Fuck,

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

then it happened. She saw

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

trailed down her cheeks as she cried

you doing this to me?” she asked when she

He didn’t sound apologetic in the

make me feel too….much!” Emeriel sobbed, her head shaking weakly from side

feel every single emotion I evoke in you on this bed. Feel them so you never forget. Feel them so

I feet… It’s too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at his broad chest, but it was

you are so hot,” Daemonikai groaned into her ear. “I think I have just discovered a new hobby in my old age.

from the inside out. How will I ever recover from this?