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

Chapter 561:

Without breaking his focus or releasing her, Daemonikai shifted, raising her leg over his hip. Then, in one smooth move, he entered her. Emeriel bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her throat at the discomfort.

“That’s it,” she encouraged. “That’s it, my dear king.”

His hips began to move, slow and deep, his thick length stretching her.

Long, low groans of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he angled himself into an uncomfortable-looking position, refusing to let her go or lose contact.

Emeriel cupped her breast, offering it to him as small cries tumbled from her.

His nonstop suction on her nipple, combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that left her breathless. The pleasure-pain sensation was almost too much.

She hadn’t expected to reach her peak, but the release came upon her suddenly, without warning or buildup. It rippled through her in soft waves.

out a long, drawn-out

it out, Daemonikai maintained the same strokes, the same pull on her hypersensitive breast. The aftershocks turned harsh, her

how much longer she

quicken, losing coordination in a telltale

into guttural groans, and finally, his mouth released her abused nipple.

is your

her, he pushed harder, as if trying to burrow into the deepest parts

mini-orgasms, and her cries filled the dark room as she

over her body, cupping her butt, caressing her back—touching

waves ebbed away, Emeriel opened her

still closed, his movements sluggish. He was drifting back

alright?” she asked softly, brushing

mumbled something she couldn’t make out before blindly finding her other nipple and fastening his eager

even as sleep fully claimed him. And