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

Chapter 337

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.

his knuckles. “Do you

“Y–yes,” she panted.

have to do more

and caressing, tracing and rubbing her sensitive rippling walls. He worked her so

up again. The way she huffed

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 himself to her entrance, sliding into her in a single,

completely still.

as the

in an instant. Her eyes stayed somewhere over

Daemonikai deflated. “Emeriel…?”

can’t. I can’t…”

trace of the hunger that

like a candle snuffed in

sorry,” he whispered

Protect.

fear.

tightness resist him until his length slipped free, then he held

He

at once. Then came the

his neck, tremors overtaking her, breathing in shudders. Tears soaked his skin.

swollen spot on her flesh that morning… or this. Watching

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this one

mind. One single piece of proof—that is all fack for premes for right

torture. When I was done they will

crook of Emeriel’s neck,

I have to burn this entire city

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

fare this evening?” he asked as he

morning” Her

him captive. Mamp, enticing breasts that made his mouth water. The flat

but

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

him that lovely smile

would drive him over

hovered around trying to hold back and fighting himself not to pounce on her at every turn…but fuck. she called to me.

the healers‘ instructions, perhaps it

his arms. “I’m going

sound of surrender.

slotted his lips

His dick, half–hard, brushed her belly as he kissed her, slowly backing her to

her in, deepening the kiss she returned so passionately, pouring every

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

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.

slipped a

up, going on tiptoe. Her eyes

how fucking good you feel, do you?” he murmured against her throat, biting without breaking the skin. “You’re taking that finger really well.

head lolling

I bet I could give you multiple with just this one finger.” He thrust it in deeper. Exploring.

legs

her recent struggles with their intimacy–being inside her in any way at all was a damn

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chest. “… really hungry. I want you to mount me. It’s all I th–think about”

“Yeah?”