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

Chapter 815:

Her breath hitched, stopped short.

She was so aroused she could feel her own wetness between her thighs.

Emeriel squeezed them together tightly again, trying to ease the growing ache. Every pull of his mouth soon became maddening torture, especially where she needed him most and remained achingly empty.

“I need you.” She opened her eyes, pleading. “Inside me. Please.”

He paused, pulling back. “Are you sure?” His eyes searched hers, pupils blown wide.

“Yes.” She nodded fervently. “Yes, please…”

So he moved. He gripped her legs and pulled her down until she slid to the edge of the bed. He rose to stand at her feet, gaze locked on her. Leaning over, he braced himself with his hands on either side, his torso framed by her bent knees.

though he belonged

hardness pressed against her core,

Entwined. Primal.

eyes. Daemonikai stilled. Steady. Waiting. He didn’t enter her, only watched her with that all-seeing gaze that had

“Look at me, love.”

her. Emeriel turned her head to Alviara,

so well, accepting his touch so easily,” Alviara’s tone

and

Alviara said to the Great King. “Your Grace, forgive me, please, but it has

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could question it, Alviara moved. She climbed into the bed beside her, wrapped a hand around her neck, guiding

Emeriel’s body