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

Chapter 897:

Daemonikai burned with desire, but his mouth never left her breast. A fierce current of excitement coursed through him, yet beneath it all, deeper and more insistent, was peace. There was something sacred, and at the same time utterly obscene, in the feel of her breast against his tongue, in the intense rush sliding down his throat, and in the soft sounds she made.

“Mmm.” He closed his eyes, half-lidded, as time seemed to dissolve. Her moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his thigh, but he did not yield. Not until she arched, crying out as she came, her core fluttering around emptiness.

He shifted to her other breast, sealing his lips around the nipple, drinking from her as his fingers resumed their torment—circling her clit just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy.

She writhed, sobbing, her release staining her thighs. “Daemon… please. Please.”

He ignored her. Not yet.

Only when the flow slowed to drops and finally faded did he release her. Her nipples were red and swollen from his merciless attention.

of shattered lust—lips parted,

brushed over her nipple, tender

hips, letting her body speak for

His palm pressed firmly against her center, claiming her. “This belongs

ragged gasp.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

her skin. “I love you, Emeriel.” He captured her mouth in a kiss that was more teeth than tongue—a wild display of possession. When he pulled back, his voice was a rough whisper

shone in her eyes, her fingers tangled in his hair. “I

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