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

Chapter 742:

With every groan, she moved with more passion. Every shiver in his breath, in the silent, darkened study, made her tingle.

When he tried to pull her away, Emeriel held firm, ready.

His release came with a deep grunt, and she swallowed as he spilled into her throat.

She didn’t let go, drawing out every last shudder, every pulse, until there was nothing left. Cleaning him thoroughly, moaning greedily, she eased him through the sensitivity until he hissed.

Only then did she pull back, feeling flushed and warm, gazing up at him with seeking eyes.

His expression had softened; some of the tension had drained from him. He cupped her cheek.

“Good girl.”

For you, Beloved. Always.

on his thigh, staring

herself, she

breathed in an

really do love sucking me off,

him, eyes drooped… content.

the overstimulation but made no move to stop her. His

of you is how you transform from my straitlaced princess

her cheeks. Yet she smiled, lips curving around him even as she continued her slow, languid motions—sucking, tugging, rolling him on her

of sheer eagerness, she swallowed him down again, going straight for seconds. Taking him even

Time dissolved around them.

throat again, and she was greedily draining him once more, her knees ached from kneeling

reluctantly, she let him

for her at once, pulling her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. He guided her onto his lap again with

so

her face

not think