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

Chapter 821:

Tears streamed down his face, intense and shining. His voice was hoarse.

“Your love. I feel you, Emeriel. Our bond is back.”

Emeriel was crying now, but also laughing, the sound a blend of both.

Her mate didn’t care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and wild.

“I can feel you,” he murmured between kisses.

“I-I can feel you too,” she stammered, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach.

“Your scent… Ukrae, your damn scent…” His sniffing grew stronger, frantic, crazed.

He rubbed his nose and mouth against her neck, her shoulder, her breasts.

but now—gods, the seven gods—your scent has

growled, then purred, vibrating against her as his shaft hardened once more, hot and rigid

you again.

strong hand lifted her leg as he aligned himself, and with a sharp thrust, he was inside

burying her

was otherworldly.

too deep,” he murmured, holding her tightly. “Does it hurt? Should I

to say through the flood of sensations.

“Fuck… fuck.”

erratically, as if he couldn’t

her head on the bed just so he could bury

stayed, breathing her in, his hips thrusting in short,

of his hands cradled their child, while the other laced

emotions was something entirely