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.

called savages. Stripped of the barest logic they possessed, they were nothing more than their

teeth into her again, resuming the feeding as his hips slammed

him like a storm, tearing an orgasm from him so intense

as he came, joining her as she shattered again beneath

the chamber, their bodies trembling together, drowning in one

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

Emeriel collapsed, slipping

didn’t move away from her. He couldn’t. He needed

primal side and pretend to be more man

against his chest, careful

the curve of her stomach; the bond between

Beneath his palm, he felt the faint flutter of life. His child. Daemonikai’s fingers traced small, reverent circles over her skin. Out of everything else, he could spend an entire week like this, simply holding her