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

Chapter 817:

“Not yet. Hold on,” Alviara ordered, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Look at you… so sexy.” She slid her hand down Emeriel’s shoulder to the pronounced curve of her breast…

A threatening growl cut through the air and vibrated through Emeriel’s core, making her whimper.

The courtesan pulled her hand back abruptly, pouting. “He’s greedy,” she said, exasperated but amused. “If I touch you again, my head might end up on the other side of the room while my body stays right here next to you.” Alviara’s heated gaze fell on Emeriel’s lips. “I’ll focus on what I’m allowed.”

She attacked Emeriel’s mouth again. This kiss was deeper, full of hunger and possession, dragging her down.

With her mistress silencing her voice, Emeriel had no outlet for the ecstasy rippling through her trembling body while Daemonikai worshipped her there. Her orgasm intensified, building higher and higher until it reached its peak.

screamed. A scream that only grew

distant, yet her

to not be seen in that vulnerable state, but between the overwhelming pleasure Daemonikai was unleashing on her without apology and the lingering shyness…

gripped his hair tightly, and tugged. “Daemon… oh… please…” Her voice trembled,

letting out savage growls. He licked and moaned, reveling in her like a man possessed, and her body endured

hand. There was nothing left to do but endure, her body trembling with every relentless lash of his tongue, every decadent, penetrating suck. He’s going to be the

cloth wiped the sweat from her brow, and Alviara’s

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