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

Chapter 822:

Tears fell again—tears of immense joy and disbelief.

Am I truly that beautiful to him?

His reverence for her body, his obsession.

He wants to live inside me.

“It’s okay,” he growled against her throat. “Look at me all you want, my star.

My shields are down. See everything. Words have never been my strength, but I’ve always wanted to show you how I see you. What you mean to me. What I feel for you.”

His teeth scraped against her skin.

“Look at me all you want, and bare yourself to me like always. Only this time… do it knowing how addictive you are to me.”

The orgasm hit her like a storm. She collapsed in his arms, breaking with a ragged cry.

“Yes,” he hissed, his thrusts deeper and more savage. “Let me fall apart knowing that your presence, your pleasure, your body… is my moon festival.”

His burning lips moved over her skin.

“Squeeze my cock knowing how much I worship every inch of it inside you.”

rose, wild and sharp, her face flushing

“Your sweet little pussy is giving me a damn bath.

His prim

he could feel every sinful emotion her dirty talk stirred within

her wickedness intertwined. The

kept a hard rhythm, drawing out her climax, prolonging it until

Then his fangs dropped,

her emotions exploded through their

Fuck, fuck! Shit!

so easily when he took her like

It was overwhelming.

She was completely overloaded.

was sensitive, but feeling it firsthand was something

screamed constantly

hypersensitive—even to the lightest

felt humbled, lucky,

many like her existed

one. And she

to suppress those

for his logical mind and only