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.

knew you smelled good, incredible even, but now—gods, the seven gods—your scent

against her as his shaft hardened once

again.

lifted her leg as he aligned himself,

burying her head against his

otherworldly. Beyond words

murmured, holding her tightly. “Does it hurt? Should I

the flood of sensations.

“Fuck… fuck.”

erratically, as if he couldn’t

head on the bed just so he could bury his

he stayed, breathing her in, his hips thrusting in short, powerful movements,

hands cradled their child, while the other laced

something