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

Chapter 361

Chapter 361

Chapter 361

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“The w–way you’re looking at me…” Emeriel squirmed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

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She stood before him now, waiting for him to tell her how he wanted her. And her cheeks had flushed an utterly endearing shade of red.

“And how is that?” Daemonikai drawled, though he already knew. Gods, he knew.

“Like you would…” she faltered, lowering her gaze. “Like you’re imagining being… in–inside me.”

“Huh. That is startlingly accurate.”

He watched as the flush deepened, spreading down her throat and over her collarbone. “Oh. She stared at her feet. Or tried to. He held back a smile and rose to his feet, loving the way her chin tilted up to find his face. “I will teach you how to bloodfeed in the ways of old.”

Her lips parted in a soft breath as he reached for her, unfastening the ties of her gown with a gentleness that belied his lust. Bare, he guided her to the center of the room.

“Kneel.”

She lowered herself to the floor. He circled her slowly, letting his eyes roam over the curve of her spine, the way her hips flared. His beast grumbled, restless and eager beneath his skin.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked at last.

bobbed in a nod.

He took her wrists, drawing them behind her back, holding them loosely before easing her head to the side, baring the vulnerable line of

gods help him, he

he could count, but seeing her

aching gums. His fangs lengthened,

whispered, halting and unsure. “Do you… need something else from

these questions intentionally, or was she truly that naive? Did she not know what the double entendre was doing

Hunger rippled through every hoarse word.

old rites in his mind and moved behind her. He lowered his head

pull her hands free, but he caught in

her blood. Heavens in

the low purr rising from deep in his chest. His restless beast preened

enjoyed the ambrosia. Already his body felt warmer where he had been cold.

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the sweetest scent. He didn’t miss the slick sound when she

underneath her to feel, and now he was growling. She was making a mess. Dripping

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without a visit from his fat, hungry dick for so

moan. “You fill me up

I haven’t even begun to fill you. I wish I could. Fates, I really need to.

Her body sang for him as he coaxed more of

as her pleasure rose. He could feel her clenching around him, could hear the hitch in her voice as she tumbled over the

to a trickle, but he didn’t want to stop. He drank greedily, even as her cries grew louder from prolonged release. Then softened as it waned. But when he heard

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