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.

then, she wrenched her mouth

blindly,

fought as her cries rose in raw panic. Daemonikai jerked away at

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

scrambling backward on hands and knees until her back met the far wall. Then, she

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

stop hurting me, I’m really sorry…!

broken litany as she rocked herself back and forth, trembling like

just died inside of

his female ran from him in the worst way

to get away from him, he could not breathe. His

the damage he caused. Never did he think that not having the

bruises, which had covered every part of her body, detailed only a fraction of her suffering… and even

the heat, her body forgave 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 not. Perhaps it never would. Perhaps it never

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