That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 231: Her hand jerked away as if burned. Was this her first time actually touching a dick?

The thought filled him with pleasure. A fucking primal nature.

But her hands came back on their own. Her touch was shy and hesitant. Tentative.

Yet even such skittish touches had him on the brink of orgasm. Was he really about to come like a novice young lad getting his first handjob? She held him, her fingers wrapping around his girth, moving her hand in jerky, clumsy motions. With every stroke, her touch grew firmer, more confident.

Vladya growled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed around them. Even his savage, half-mad beast within was calm, pleasured by her hesitant caresses.

He wanted to push her to her knees and bury his manhood down her throat. To feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth, to wreck her throat until her voice turned hoarse for days.

The mere thought of it ripped his orgasm from him with a ferocity that left him breathless. His fangs tore from her throat, and he licked the wound closed, savoring the taste of her blood.

"Fuck." His release was so hard and intense, he threw his head back, swallowing his groan as his vision whited out, stars exploding behind his eyes.

Moments later, he tucked himself in and pulled away from her. She slid to the ground in a heap, her body limp and sated, a dreamy smile spread across her flushed face. Her movements were sluggish, her limbs heavy with the afterglow of pleasure.

"I enjoy touching you," she slurred, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Vladya's mind was beginning to clear, the bloodlust and arousal no longer clouding his thoughts.

He observed this female who had once again become blood-drunk from his feeding. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips slightly parted, a look of bliss etched across her features.

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"Always scowling like a bulldog guarding its bone. Do you ever smile? Huh?" She hiccuped, her eyes glazed with inebriation.

Vladya could not figure this female out, and it baffled him. What sort of woman was Aekeira?

He kept thinking he had her pinned, yet she continually surprised him. How could she care enough to feed him when she should be praying for his insanity or death to draw even closer?

He'd thought she surely liked Zaiper; to strip for him and entice him that way. But that was not the case. Vladya wouldn't have believed it if not for Emeriel.

And now it kind of made sense-the way she always got wet, aroused for him. The girl was sexually attracted to him, not Zaiper.

Although he'd never been kind to her body, it responded to him anyway, opening and easing for him. He was the first male Aekeira had ever wanted in a sexual way.

Vladya did not know what to make of that, but deep inside, in a part of his deteriorating mind he would never let come to light, it pleased him. Immensely.

"Try smiling." Her voice was punctuated by another hiccup. "If you keep frowning like that, you will look ancient in no time."

Vladya could not resist. "I do not age. I cannot look any older than this."

She glared at him, her eyes sparkling. "Try it. Like this." Her lips stretched into a wide, beautiful smile that lit up her face.

He was utterly captivated, unable to look away. Her beauty was mesmerizing and unsettling.

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