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

Chapter 770:

“Oh yes.” Emeriel removed her arm from her eyes, sounding hoarse and dazed. “More than okay.”

Renewed. Reborn.

“That’s great to hear.”

Her beloved pulled away, rose, and leaned in, hands braced on either side of her. He looked half-crazed with desire.

“Now, take him in your hand,” Alviara’s voice urged in a sultry order.

Emeriel bent forward as much as her rounded belly allowed, wrapping her fingers around the thick, pulsing length of him. Warm. Alive. Throbbing with need.

She stroked him once. Twice. Watching his eyes darken, jaw tighten, breath drag through clenched teeth.

And in that moment, Emeriel understood. This night wasn’t just about erasing pain, making her feel safe, or ensuring she wasn’t alone. It wasn’t even about Alviara’s guidance, her encouragement, her presence. It was about this.

all his power, all his strength, she held all the reins

her. He was staring—no, devouring—the view between her parted thighs with those green, savage eyes, but he made no move to sate his torturous hunger. He didn’t shove her hand

word—no—it would all end. Her consent, her comfort… they mattered to him more than his own pleasure. On some level, she had always known this, but it was the first time in

the cards, all the

him and cupped his face with

into

available

permission. A plea.

her struggle against herself. He had seen it all, yet she still expected his hesitation. But whatever he found in her face in that moment strengthened his

shifted his weight and adjusted himself, his crown

dearest,” he

reached down again, gripping him. Tilted her hips

“Help me,” she breathed.

hips, he pressed inside until he was

Emeriel felt… at peace.