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.

with all his power, all his strength, she held all

parted thighs with those green, savage eyes, but he made no move

more than his own pleasure. On some level, she had always known this, but it was the first time in so

wish to be. You hold all the cards, all the power,

she released him and

come into me,

available now

A plea.

He had seen it all, yet she still expected his hesitation.

his weight and adjusted himself, his crown poised

dearest,”

gripping him. Tilted her hips

“Help me,” she breathed.

his hips, he pressed inside until he

Emeriel felt… at peace.