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

Chapter 823:

Growling, he ravaged her with incredible intensity. He wanted to fuck her all night—through sleep and waking. To sink into her so deeply he’d need a damn map to find his way out.

To keep breathing in her scent until the world faded, until they both faded.

And when it was over, she would carry his scent for weeks.

She’d smell so much like him, the entire kingdom would think he’d pissed on her.

Fuck… he wanted to piss on her just to mark his territory.

With a growl, he bared his fangs.

“Gods, Emeriel,” he said, struggling against his caveman instincts.

wonder they were called savages. Stripped of the barest logic they possessed,

again, resuming the feeding as his hips

flood of her emotions hit him like a storm, tearing an

joining her as she shattered again

their bodies trembling

down together, his arms wrapped around her, both of them shaking

collapsed,

move away from her.

against his primal side and pretend to be more man than beast, the least he

her gently against his chest, careful of

large hand spread protectively over the curve of her stomach; the bond

circles over her skin. Out of everything else,