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

Chapter 365

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He was in front of her before the last syllable left her lips. Towering, crowding her, surrounding her. She breathed him in. feeling a deep sense of longing… not just in her heart, but in her feminine core. Rising on her toes, she kissed him first. She poured her craving and desperation into it. The kiss was fast and a little clumsy, but so full of need.

And within heartbeats, he was kissing her back. He devoured her, and she drowned in it.

Emeriel would never grow tired of his kisses–never lose her addiction to the feel of his mouth, the taste of him, the way his lips moved against hers as though she was all he had ever hungered for.

Cool silk sheets met her back, he lowered next to her, lying by her side, his kisses trailing over her skin. His mouth moved along her throat, down the delicate line of her neck, and lower still… until his lips found her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth.

Emeriel cried, arching into him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him to her. Oh, to feel this again…. to have him again.

The sensation was sharper than she remembered, sharp as a hot jolt. She had always been sensitive there, but since her pregnancy, her breasts–her nipples–had become almost unbearably so. Tugs of his mouth made her breath hitch, stutter, stop.

She was so aroused she could feel her own slick against her thighs. Emeriel pressed them tightly together again, trying to alleviate the growing ache. Every pull soon turned into maddening torture, for where she needed him most remained blissfully empty.

“I need you.” She opened her eyes, pleading. “Inside me. Please.”

He stopped, pulling back. “Are you sure?” Eyes searched hers, pupils blown wide.

“Yes.” She nodded fervently. “Yes, please…”

So he moved. Catching her legs, he pulled until she slid to the edge, rose to stand at the foot, his eyes drinking her in. He leaned into her, bracing his hands on either side of her, his torso framed by her bent knees. He fit himself between her thighs as though he belonged there–and he did. He always had.

But as he lined his hardness to her core, the anxiety came again.

She tried to suppress it as quickly as it came, but it must have shown in her eyes. Daemonikai stilled. Poised but not entering. He merely watched her with that all–seeing gaze of his that had ensnared her years ago and never let go. Eyes that stripped her bare.

“Look at me,

love.”

The voice startled her. Emeriel arched her head back to Alviara, who leaned over her.

“You are doing so beautifully, taking his touch so well,” Alviara’s tone was soothing, coaxing. “Don’t stop now.”

her, and Emeriel whimpered,

king. “Your Grace, forgive me for

could question it, Alviara moved. She slid into bed beside Emeriel, snaked a hand around her neck, guiding her forward, and

in Emeriel’s body

Alviara didn’t so much as flinch. The courtesan’s tongue parted Emeriel’s

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mouth. “Endure it.

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consuming kiss that completely took Emeriel over. And for a moment, that was the center of her world. Everything else retreated

her senses, making

broke as Alviara pulled back,

what he’s doing,” the courtesan

rolling back, eyes fluttering as another moan

Alviara’s voice was velvet soft.

burned. She bit her lips.

tell

really good,” Emeriel confessed, her voice shaking.

well.” The mistress’s eyes glowed

“Yeah?” Emeriel breathed.

gives–while keeping your eyes on me. Letting me see every single thing he makes you feel. You’re an open book, Princess. A very responsive open book.” Her

felt everything all at once. Embarrassed. Glorified. Treasured.

her face in the sheets to hide. But oh… those words made her

wonder our king can’t get enough,” Alviara added in a whisper made for only her to hear. “I will

tongue pressed deeper inside her.

gods…” Emeriel gasped, her body arching, the

hand framed her face as she devoured her, catching every moan, every muffled sound as Emeriel

eating her out as if she were his first meal after a famine. Bliss simmered, assaulting her with a ruthless force,

to run her fingers through Emeriel’s hair in a soothing caress.

vigorously her

so fucking sexy.” Her