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

Chapter 513:

Bit by bit, the tension drained from her… until her limbs melted into the sheets, pliant and spent.

Daemonikai stared at her, possessively taking in the sight of his handiwork.

She lay completely undone under him, her eyes closed, every inch of her flushed and glowing, glistening with sweat.

Oh, she looked wrecked, alright. And the night hadn’t even started.

But something bothered Daemonikai.

He thought he’d felt a fragile freshness as he’d kissed her with his tongue. Something that shouldn’t be there.

Gripping her thighs, he spread her legs wide again. She moaned her protest, but her body didn’t resist. It surrendered completely, allowing him to manipulate it as he pleased.

Surely, it couldn’t be…

his paradise, red and raw from his abuse. Her opening, though, was tiny, almost sealed shut, despite how

soft, dim light to

PRINCESS EMERIEL

dead to the

of what he’d done to her remaining in every fiber of her

had passed, but the aftershocks still raked her

never thought it was possible to feel like this. Without the fog of heat and its hormonal lust, she hadn’t expected sex—true intimacy—to bring her pleasure. She had trusted Daemonikai not to hurt her, but she hadn’t dared to

is your

experienced… Heavens. It was

His deep baritone broke through the roaring in her ears. Was he calling her name, or was that just her own heartbeat echoing in her skull?

her eyes open, the dim room swimming back

time, his voice was

herself up on one arm, she looked down