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.

a long, drawn-out moan,

Daemonikai maintained the same strokes, the same pull on her hypersensitive breast. The

whimpered, her toes curling, unsure how much longer she could

began to quicken, losing coordination in a telltale sign of his

his mouth released

is your

he pushed harder, as if trying to burrow into the

cries filled the dark room as she

hands roving over her body, cupping her

ebbed away, Emeriel

closed, his movements sluggish.

brushing her

mumbled something she couldn’t make out before blindly finding her other nipple

he began to suck, even as sleep fully claimed him. And he didn’t