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

Chapter 759:

She cried out, her body shuddering. She tried to pull her hands free, but he caught them in one of his own, holding her fast, keeping her in place. He drank.

Ukrae—her blood. Heavens in hell.

He couldn’t suppress the low purr rising from deep in his chest. His restless beast preened like a great feline, rubbing its head lazily against his ribs.

Daemonikai closed his eyes again, savoring the ambrosia. Already, his body felt warmer where he had been cold. Stronger.

Emeriel moaned softly, her voice low and throaty. She shifted where she knelt, her hips rocking. Her musk broke out into the air like the sweetest scent. He didn’t miss the slick sound when she moved, nor the glossy sheen beneath her legs where they were spread.

He reached underneath her to feel—and now he was growling. She was making a mess. Dripping like a leaky faucet.

was drenched but had become tight again without a visit from his fat, hungry dick

drawn out. “You

finger. I haven’t even begun to fill you. I wish I could. Fates, I

as he coaxed more of those sinful sounds from her

around him, could hear the hitch in her voice as she tumbled over the edge with a sharp cry.

to a trickle, but he didn’t want to stop. He drank greedily, even as her cries grew louder from prolonged release—then softened as it waned. But when he heard the faintest sigh of discomfort, he knew he had

but they were better—as if he had fed from eight

Daemonikai murmured against

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he would ever feel truly full. If she were a bloodhost, he’d likely spend entire days

and lax, her head lolling back to rest against his