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 from his and

shoulders, striking blindly, fingers clawing at his

No, no, please—!” She fought as her cries rose in raw panic. Daemonikai jerked away

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

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

cried as her knees came up to her chest, and she wrapped her arms

stop hurting me, I’m really sorry…! So

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

just died

ran from him in the worst way one should run from

press herself further against the wall to get away from him, he could not breathe. His

before her bed, gazed at her wounds, and saw the damage he caused. Never did he think that not having the

suffering… and even those had faded. But the ones inside were concealed. The scar on

her body forgave him too. But the deepest part of her mind, which had finally trusted him as her protector—the

so sorry,” she still whispered, even in her deep fear that he would ignore her “no”