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 at

help herself, she leaned

in an

sucking me

lips around him, eyes drooped… content. She nodded, refusing to let go, even

the overstimulation but made no move to stop her. His hand returned to her hair,

how you transform from my straitlaced

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

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

Time dissolved around them.

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

reluctantly, she let

to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. He

so full

hid her face against his neck,

not think