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.

to it, she let out a long, drawn-out moan, small tremors raking

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

toes curling, unsure how much longer she could

pace began to quicken, losing coordination in a telltale sign

into guttural groans, and finally, his mouth released her abused nipple. His lips parted slightly in silent ecstasy as he

is

he pushed harder, as if trying to burrow into

her cries filled the dark room

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

last waves ebbed

closed, his movements sluggish. He was drifting back to

asked softly, brushing her fingers against his

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

suck, even as sleep fully claimed him. And