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

head to the side, baring the vulnerable line of her throat.

help him, he nearly groaned aloud.

this position more times than he could count, but seeing

his tongue over his aching gums. His fangs lengthened,

she whispered, halting and unsure.

truly that naive? Did she not

fine.” Hunger rippled through every hoarse word.

silently recited the old rites in his mind and moved behind her. He lowered his head to the pale column of her neck, inhaling

but he caught in one of his own

her blood. Heavens in hell.

low purr rising from deep in his chest. His restless beast preened like a great

he enjoyed the ambrosia. Already his body

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knelt, her hips rocking. Her musk broke out in the air like the sweetest scent. He didn’t miss the slick sound

feel, and now he was growling. She was making

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wet but had become really narrow without a visit from his fat, hungry dick for so long. But he settled for stroking her with a single finger gliding along her inner walls. Such

drawn–out moan. “You fill me up

one finger. I haven’t even begun to fill you.

body sang for him as

pleasure rose. He could feel her clenching around him, could hear the hitch in her voice as she tumbled over the edge with a sharp cry. Her legs shook

her cries grew louder from prolonged release. Then softened as it

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