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.

logic they possessed, they were nothing more than their primal

again, resuming the feeding as his hips slammed harder, flesh

of her emotions hit him like a storm, tearing an orgasm from him so intense it

he came, joining her

their bodies

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

seconds, Emeriel collapsed,

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

be more man than beast, the least he could have

drew her gently against his chest, careful of her belly as he adjusted

curve of her stomach; the bond between

an ancient drumbeat. 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