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.

content, resting her head on his thigh, staring

because she couldn’t help herself, she leaned forward and mouthed him

in an

love sucking me off, don’t you,

him, eyes drooped… content. She nodded, refusing

overstimulation but made no move to stop her. His hand returned to her hair, tangled in, and rested

you transform from my straitlaced

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

eagerness, she swallowed him down again, going

Time dissolved around them.

he was emptying down her throat again, and she was greedily draining him once

last, reluctantly, she let him

her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. He guided her onto his lap again with careful hands, looking at

so full

face

do not