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

Chapter 523:

Her fingers scratched his to let go, pushing, struggling. “It really hurts,” she said, her voice broken and shaky.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said guiltily, kissing away the tears down her cheek.

He pulled out, just holding himself still above her, tensed with restraint. It will stop hurting soon.

It was the kind of pain that came from driving a burning knife into an open wound. But gradually, it began to fade.

She felt his tension, the effort it took him not to move, to give her time to adjust.

“Move. I’m okay now,” she croaked.

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to hurt her further. Subtle moves to test her readiness.

him, unable to stop watching him. The

greedy for the sight of him, this male who was buried deep inside her. Her breath came in short gasps,

thrusts gradually gained momentum, not rushed but with purpose. She felt stuffed to the brim with every

he grimaced, pleasure and restraint on his face. “You feel so damn

wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. The lingering dull pain was still there, but it no longer mattered. The pleasure hadn’t truly begun, yet she couldn’t get

tales you love are at

he asked with

whispered, her

hips against his, meeting his thrust. “Give me more of you.

his breath as his hips jackknifed, and his rhythm shifted,

stirring rippling pleasure. She couldn’t contain the cries spilling from her lips,

at the way we fit, My Grand King. We were truly made