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

Chapter 258: "I saw that human all over you. Do you want him?" Lord Vladya's breath was hot on her neck as he inhaled deeply, as if trying to draw her very essence into him. "Tell me, Aekeira, do you wish to undress for him?"

"No! Never, I swear it!" She rubbed against him, like a feline, a moan slipping from her. "You are all I want." By the heavens, why did she confess such words? "You're all I ever want to take my clothes off for."

A deep growl vibrated from his throat as his hands undressed her with urgent haste, leaving her naked and vulnerable under the stark moonlight. Pulling back slightly, he surveyed her with a gaze that was both feral and eager.

Aekeira gave in. Sinking to her knees, she bowed forward. Her legs parted, hands moving behind her to hold her cheeks, spreading them apart as she bared herself completely in total surrender to him. Utterly exposed. Lord Vladya's growl deepened as he crowded her. His smell enveloped her, his strong body pressed against hers. She was so aroused that she could feel the wetness between her thighs, dripping down her legs.

"Want you, want you, want you," he repeated, his voice rough and disjointed. Was this the wild side of him taking over?

Her throat tightened, a lump of fear and desire choking her. I do not want him to go feral. "I offer myself to you. Right here, right now. I belong to you."

In a single, forceful movement, he thrust deep inside her, filling her completely.

Aekeira bit down on her lip, stifling her cry. She struggled to breathe, the discomfort overwhelming as Lord Vladya moved in her with relentless, savage thrusts, devoid of gentleness.

He took her like an animal, each thrust more forceful than the last. There was no finesse, no tenderness-only unbridled possession. Guttural sounds escaped him with every stroke.

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Aekeira tried to hold back her sounds of distress, but with each brutal thrust, it became increasingly difficult. She yelped with every forceful movement, tears streaming down her face as she clawed at the ground, squeezing tightly, trying to endure the punishing rhythm he set.

"Sexy, little witch," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "Come on…" he slammed in, "come on, take it." Then, impossibly, he picked up the pace even more, driving into her with greater force. He pounded so fiercely that uncontrollable screams tore from her throat.

Aekeira was unaware of her own screams… The piercing wail that rent the night air belonged to her. Lord Vladya ignited a fire inside her womanhood, and with each brutal thrust, the flames grew. She burned with an intensity bordering on madness.

"I cannot get… close… enough. Want to fucking live inside you," Lord Vladya growled, grinding into her, reaching the deepest parts of her, before delivering another hard thrust.

Aekeira's hands gave out, and she fell against the tree root, dislodging him in the process.

A snarl ripped from his throat. He covered her body with his, his legs kicking hers further apart as he pushed into her again, resuming his hard thrusts.

Each plunge sent shockwaves through her, a blend of pain and a twisted sense of belonging. His ruthless pace, the raw ferocity of it, allowed no room for anything but the immediate, all-consuming sensation of being claimed. Aekeira floated, losing track of time. She wasn't sure, but she may have even lost consciousness at some point. Though not entirely comfortable, she savored the feel of him this close to her. This raw claiming that hurt more than their past couplings.

A fang grazed her neck, piercing her skin.

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