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.

she let out a long, drawn-out

it out, Daemonikai maintained the same strokes, the same pull on her hypersensitive

her toes curling, unsure how

in

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

com is

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

her cries filled the dark room as she clung

thrusts slowed, his hands roving over her body, cupping her butt, caressing her

ebbed away, Emeriel

his movements sluggish. He was drifting back to

alright?” she asked softly, brushing her fingers against his damp

out before blindly finding her other nipple and

suck, even as sleep fully claimed him. And he didn’t pull out, remaining