That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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Dismissing the slaves with a slight motion of his hand, they bowed and departed, leaving them alone.

“How do you fare this evening?” he asked as he crossed to her.

“Better than I did this morning” Her voice was better now, too.

He stared shamelessly in her body. Curves that held him captive. Mamp, enticing breasts that made his mouth water. The flat plane of her belly where their child grew.

She did not hide from his wandering eyes, but the red dots on her cheeks were spreading

“You are breathtaking.” Daemonikai hoped to hell he didn’t sound as hungry as he felt but wasn’t sure he succeeded.

She gifted him that lovely smile again. “Thank you.”

Lately, the way he desired her body rivaled his crumbling mind, each battling to see which would drive him over the edge first. It was like staring at his favorite meal, yet unable to snack at it.

These days, his life hovered around trying to hold back and fighting himself not to pounce on her at every turn…but fuck. she called to me. Her smile, her scent, everything she did was a beckon that was torturous to ignore.

That, coupled with the healers‘ instructions, perhaps it was time to try again.

So, he pulled her to his arms. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said against her lips.

“Please,” a breathless sound of surrender.

He slotted his lips to hers.

Emeriel melted into him, nakedness molding to his body. His dick, half–hard, brushed her belly as he kissed her, slowly backing her to the wall behind her.

He caged her in, deepening the kiss she returned so passionately, pouring every longing thought into it.

His hand slid between her thighs, coaxing them to part for him. Stroking softly, spreading the growing slick in circles.

Small sounds emitted from her, sending fire through his blood. She held onto him as he played her body like a masterful musician with his favored instrument. The more he teased and stroked, the wetter she became until she coated his hand.

He slipped a finger in.

“Gods…” she moaned, arching up, going on tiptoe. Her eyes squeezed tight, breathing unsteady.

“You have no idea how fucking good you feel, do you?” he murmured against her throat, biting without breaking the skin. “You’re taking that finger really well. Want me to fuck you with it?”

“Daemon,” she whimpered, her head lolling against the wall.

“If I can make you come with just my mouth on your breasts, I bet I could give you multiple with just this one finger.” He thrust it in deeper. Exploring.

She moaned, parting her legs further for him.

He felt grateful just being inside her like this. After the way her body had rejected him outright during heat–and now, with her recent struggles with their intimacy–being inside her in any way at all was a damn luxury. One he would never take lightly.

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“Daemon, I feel… I feel…” She buried her face to his chest. “… really hungry. I want you to mount me. It’s all I th–think about”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes,” she gasped. “I hope we can do it today.”

I hope so, too, dearling. I hope so.

Caressing her gland, he kept his touches gentle. Tending to her pleasure instead of his usual aggressive, you–must–take–it bombardment.

her chin up with his knuckles. “Do you like when

“Y–yes,” she panted.

shall have to do more of it,” he drawled. “Look at me.”

her so damn good until she was dripping like a faucet, making a mess on

up her every reaction. The way her breathing shuddered to a stop before picking up again. The way she

he withdrew his fingers, and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he balanced her against him with one arm, his other hand freeing his erection. Bracing her against the wall, he guided

went completely

as the

eyes stayed somewhere over his shoulder, wide and empty, as she retreated into her

Daemonikai deflated. “Emeriel…?”

can’t. I can’t…”

that colored

a candle snuffed in the wind.

he

Protect.

fear.

until his length slipped free, then he held

him. He was the

her body at once. Then came

overtaking her,

every bruise, every swollen spot on her flesh that morning…

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this one favor. Just this once.

wretch who dared tamper with my mind. One single piece of proof—that

will never go easy on them. They will live and breathe torture. When I was done they will beg for death but I will not

of Emeriel’s neck, rocking her–menplag calm himself as well. Breathing in her scent like

if I have to burn this entire city to

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slaves with a slight motion of his hand, they bowed and

you fare this evening?” he asked as he crossed to her.

this morning” Her voice was better now, too.

that held him captive. Mamp, enticing breasts that made his mouth water. The flat plane of her belly where

wandering eyes, but the

to hell he didn’t sound as hungry as he felt but

gifted him that lovely smile again. “Thank

the way he desired her body rivaled his crumbling mind, each battling to see which would drive him over the edge

on her at every turn…but fuck. she called to me. Her smile, her scent, everything she did was a beckon that was torturous to ignore.

the healers‘ instructions, perhaps it

he pulled her to his arms. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said against

breathless sound

slotted his lips to hers.

half–hard, brushed her belly as he kissed her, slowly

deepening the kiss she returned so passionately,

slid between her thighs, coaxing them to part for him. Stroking softly, spreading the growing slick

fire through his blood. She held onto him as he played her body like a masterful musician with his favored instrument. The more he teased and stroked, the wetter she became until she coated his hand.

a

she moaned, arching up, going on tiptoe. Her eyes

against her throat, biting without breaking

her head

on your breasts, I bet I could give you multiple with just this one finger.” He thrust it

parting her legs further for

rejected him outright during heat–and now, with her recent struggles with their intimacy–being inside her in any way at all was a damn luxury. One he would

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feel… I feel…” She buried her face to his chest. “… really hungry. I want

“Yeah?”