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.”

her thigh, heavy with need. “My dick is yours. Anytime. Anywhere. I want you to look me in the eyes and ask for what

flamed.

it like you fucking own it.” His thumb circled her clit, just once–a taunt. “Like

she blurted

her jaw. “That’s

my body, Daemon.”

beautiful Riel.” He growled.

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my p–pussy.” Emboldened, she arched against him, her voice shaking but

me.”

you so fucking

of her wetness pooled on his thigh. “Yes, fuck me so good, please. I really want your dick

everything–shy and bold, trembling yet

lifted her,

from his chest. “Gods…” His forehead dropped

slowly at first, savoring the glide, the way her breath hitched with every inch. Her hips met his thrusts, their rhythm

your shields. I want to

loudly. “Fuck.” He’d braced himself—but as usual, the force of her feelings swept the balance from

feet.

kept his up, not wanting her to go into bombardment 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

in her ear. “Our chambers are fortified. Scream for me.”

“I’m g–going to-

“Come.”

of his cock, her walls pulsating, and when her second wave hit–triggered by his own release–he carried her through it as she hissed and wailed, thrashing. His arms stayed locked around her, even in the end, when her bones

their bed, he traced the curve of her spine as she slept. Daemonikai was drowsy himself, but there

easier these days.

to justice, the nights had softened. The nightmares were fewer, and the pain of the past, while still present, no

pressed a soft kiss to her temple, then slipped out of the room.