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

Chapter 820:

Emeriel cried silently, feeling the pleasure within her again, her heart overflowing—like a cup filled to the brim.

He moved faster, still gentle; different from his usual roughness, but no less intense. She felt every stroke of him and surrendered, letting herself be carried by the waves of his love and his body.

At some point, Daemonikai shifted them. He laid her on her side, positioning himself behind her, cradling her belly with his large, warm hand. Emeriel turned her head, and their lips met in a slow kiss.

This. This was everything she had ever longed for. This closeness, this sense of belonging… this sacred connection.

She couldn’t put into words what she felt in her chest, so she spoke the only words she could.

“I love you,” Emeriel whispered. “I love you so much, Daemonikai.”

to the edge, she let out a ragged cry as wave after wave of bliss

curled, her hands clutched the sheets as

inside her, a warmth that spread through her core. It triggered another

in that haze, she felt him shift

ears faded and she came back to herself, she realized that something had

Something… was different.

still, blinking, her breath

was

had gone rigid. His arm around

But she felt it.

joy. His wonder. His

question: