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.

mouth from his

at his shoulders, striking blindly, fingers clawing at

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

quickly, she lost her footing and tumbled off the edge with a thud. But even as she hit the

crawling, scrambling backward on hands and knees until her back met the far wall. Then, she pressed herself into the corner as though she could disappear into the

up to her chest, and she wrapped her arms around them in

really sorry…! So sorry, so

litany as she rocked herself back and forth, trembling like

died

ran from him in the worst way one should

the wall to get away from him, he could not breathe. His chest was as heavy as

terrible morning, he had stood before her bed, gazed at her wounds, and saw the damage he caused. Never did he think that not having the memory took anything

of her suffering…

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

I’m so sorry,” she still whispered, even in her