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.

every sensitive spot in her, stirring rippling pleasure. She couldn’t contain the cries

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

forcing them apart, holding them wide as he plunged into

body off the bed, as he fucked her through her climax and into the next.

high–pitched. Ripples of sensation rolled

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away, becoming meaningless as Emeriel surrendered herself fully

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

her hands and knees

with her moans. Her

her words dissolving into incoherent gasps as another

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

conscious from all the orgasms he’d pulled from her. She barely registered him moving her, positioning her

her catch her breath. He made true of every threat, making

Daemon.” Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere

and over as

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

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

so perfectly, so deeply. Emeriel gasped as the pleasure increased beyond her

then it happened.

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

her cheeks as she

she asked when she could breathe

Beloved.” He didn’t sound apologetic in the

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

rotating 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

the sea of ecstasy. “I feel… I feet… It’s too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at his broad chest, but it was no

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