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 louder as

voice sounded distant, yet her

to hide, to not be seen in that vulnerable state, but between the overwhelming pleasure Daemonikai was unleashing on her

forward, gripped his hair tightly, and tugged. “Daemon… oh… please…” Her voice trembled, just like her spread thighs under his unrelenting grip. “Please, oh

her mercilessly—licking with his tongue, sucking with his lips, letting out savage growls. He licked and moaned, reveling in her like a man

with one hand. There was nothing left to do but endure, her body trembling with every relentless lash of his tongue, every decadent,

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

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