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

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Chapter 391

She greed we be flicked her dit, over and over again, building tension. Soon she was wiggling, twitching, hips shifting really, working mark

Dermeniksel was burning, yet his mouth never left her breast. Arousal pounded through him, but beneath it–deeper, hungrier was peace. There was something sacred, yet utterly obscene about this, in how her breast felt against his tongue, the rich ruch down his throat, and the soft sounds she made,

“Mmm” His eyes difted shat as time dissolved. Her moans grew louder, hips grinding against his thigh, but he didn’t relent. Not until her back arched and the came with a cry, her pussy fluttering around nothing.

He switched breasts, sealing his lips around the other nipple, drinking her in as his fingers resumed their torment–circling her clit just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy

She squirmed, sobbing, her slick painting his thighs. “Daemon. please. Please,”

He ignored her. Not yet.

Only when the flow dwindled to drops, then drained into nothing, did he finally release her. Her nipples were red and well- abused

Emeriel looked down at him, a vision of wrecked lust–lips parted, eyes hooded, her chest heaving. “Please,” she breathed again.

“What do you want, pretty princess?” His lips dragged over her nipple, tender yet demanding. “Tell me.”

She rotated her hips, using her body to speak.

“Words, my radiant star” His palm pressed firmly against her core, claiming. “This belongs to me.”

A breathless gasp. “Yes, it does.”

“Mine”

“Yours.”

His growl vibrated against her skin. “I love you, Emeriel. He took her mouth in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue—a savage brand of ownership. When he pulled back, his voice was a rough whisper against her lip. “I love you so damn much.”

Softness in her eyes, fingers tangling in his hair. “I love you too.”

His cock twitched against her thigh, heavy with need. “My dick is yours. Anytime. Anywhere. I want you to look me

flamed. “Daemon…”

fucking own it.” His thumb circled her clit, just once–a taunt. “Like it’s yours.

she blurted out.

nipping her jaw. “That’s how it’s done.”

my body, Daemon.”

beautiful Riel.” He growled.

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shaking

me.”

to pound you so fucking hard you scream the whole chamber

on his thigh. “Yes, fuck me so good, please. I really

She was everything–shy and bold,

Queen commands.” In one fluid motion, he lifted her,

groan from his chest. “Gods…” His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his voice breaking. “Fucking gods.”

breath hitched with every inch. Her hips met his thrusts,

her throat. “Now drop your shields. I

himself—but as usual, the force of her feelings swept the balance from

feet.

just yet. Stopping, he rose to his feet, lifting her with him. Pinning her against the nearest wall, he slammed into her hard. Hammering into her, each thrust driving her higher, her cries fracturing into breathless “oohs” and “aahs” as

your lip, sweet Riel,” he rasped in her ear. “Our

“I’m g–going to-

“Come.”

wave hit–triggered by his own release–he carried her through it as she hissed and

her spine as she slept. Daemonikai was drowsy himself, but there was still one thing he

easier these

fewer, and the

to her temple, then slipped