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

Chapter 691:

“I am ready,” she breathed.

“Let’s not—”

“Please, let’s try…”

Daemonikai searched her eyes. What he saw there broke his damn heart.

Still, he gave in to her, capturing her lips in a kiss.

It was gentle. Soft. Patient.

After a moment, she kissed him back, her hands tentatively sliding up his arms. A quiet, needy sound left her.

Only then did he move again. He began to push inside her, inch by inch. Her heat enveloped his cock, welcoming him. Soft. Yielding. Molding against him in ways that sent pleasure curling up his spine.

wrenched her mouth from his

blindly,

no, please—!” She fought as her cries rose

Scrambling across the bed so quickly, she lost her footing and tumbled off

her back met the far wall. Then, she pressed herself into the corner

sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried as her knees came up to her chest, and she

hurting me, I’m really sorry…! So

as she rocked herself back and

just died inside of

a frozen statue as his female ran from him in the worst way

to get away from him,

he caused. Never

part of her body, detailed only a fraction of her suffering… and even those had faded. But

him too. But the deepest part of her mind, which had finally trusted him as her protector—the part he battered the night he became an abuser—did

I’m so sorry,” she still whispered, even in her deep fear that he would ignore her “no” and pounce