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.

resting her head on his thigh,

couldn’t help herself, she leaned forward

in an

sucking me

softly, lips around him, eyes drooped… content. She nodded, refusing

but made no move to stop her. His hand returned

is how you transform

him even as she continued her slow, languid motions—sucking, tugging,

a moan of sheer eagerness, she swallowed him down again, going straight for seconds.

Time dissolved around them.

her throat again, and she was greedily draining him once more,

she let him

to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. He guided her onto his lap again

are so

her face against his neck,

do not think