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 deep

groaned through clenched teeth. “Your sweet little pussy is giving me a damn bath. You’re one hell of a sexy sea

the filthy word. His prim little princess—that was her

every sinful emotion her dirty talk stirred within her. And by the gods, it was

her wickedness intertwined. The way her

out her climax, prolonging it

breathe. Then his fangs dropped,

moaned, and her emotions exploded through

Fuck, fuck! Shit!

she passed out so easily

It was overwhelming.

She was completely overloaded.

known she was sensitive, but feeling it firsthand

screamed constantly and was

hypersensitive—even to

humbled, lucky, and overwhelmingly

like her existed in

one. And she was

to suppress those primal, possessive

for his logical mind and only stirred his instincts out of