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

Chapter 276: Daemonikai's mind was clouded, consumed by a raw, unrelenting lust. He needed to be inside her, to claim her completely. With a resounding thud, he slammed the cottage door shut. His hands gripped Galilea tightly as he lowered her to her feet beside the sturdy wooden table, pinning her against its rough surface.

"Yes. I want you. I want you. Please," Galilea pleaded, her voice trembling. Her body quivered, her eyes glazed over with untamed arousal, her skin slick with sweat. Her scent filled the air-potent, intoxicating, like the richest incense. It enveloped him, weaving through his senses and ensnaring him completely. All he could think of was burying himself deep within her, satisfying the clawing hunger that consumed him.

"Please," Galilea begged again, arching her back against him. She ground herself against his hardened length, her desperation palpable. "I need it. I need it."

Daemonikai couldn't wait any longer. He hastily freed himself from the confines of his clothing, his skin tingling with anticipation. Positioning her as he desired, he turned her back to him, spreading her legs and stepping between them. With a low growl, he aligned himself and pushed in. "Yesss," Galilea moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and relief. "Thank you. Give me more, please."

He obliged, pulling back only to thrust into her again with even greater force. Her warmth enveloped him, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around him, drawing him deeper. Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, his voice rough with desire, "So wet. I'll fuck you loose and sloppy. By the end of your heat, your body will only know mine."

"Yours," she whispered back, her eyelids fluttering shut as bliss overtook her. She moved with him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor.

The need within Daemonikai was unrelenting, driving him to claim her completely. He slammed into her again, his voice dark and possessive. "You'll take so much of my cum, your belly will swell with it."

Step into fiction with g Ɐ ln σ ν???? ℓs․com "Yes, please. Harder," Galilea begged, her voice breaking.

Gripping her hips firmly, Daemonikai set a punishing pace. Each thrust was more powerful than the last, the old table creaking and groaning under the force of their movements. Galilea's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she reached her peak. She locked up, sobbing through waves of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her.

But Daemonikai didn't slow. He plunged into her relentlessly, driving her through her climax. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the cottage, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Her warmth, her tightness, her desperation-it all fueled his own release, drawing him closer to the edge.

Galilea's body squeezed him tightly, her cries rising in pitch and filling the cottage. Each muscle contraction sent waves of ecstasy through his gut. It felt overwhelmingly good to be buried inside her like this. As she began to descend from her high, her body relaxing, he teased her swollen Syren gland with the tip of his shaft.

Galilea whined, a rush of liquid coating him. Daemonikai applied firm pressure, pressing his girth harder against the gland. She jerked in response, convulsing, and launched into another climax. Her cries grew louder and more unabashed, her voice hoarse with each sob. It was music to his ears, and he couldn't get enough.

Thrusting hard and fast, he continued massaging her gland, each movement eliciting more cries from her. He groaned as more liquid coated his member, dripping down her legs. Her orgasm seemed never-ending, and Daemonikai hated that he couldn't see her face. Her voice, broken and breathless, sounded utterly wrecked.

"You take me so well, little princess," he growled, lifting her leg and placing it alongside her torso on the table, leaving her standing on only one foot as he thrust back in. The new position allowed for deeper penetration. "Be prepared. You're going to take so much more."

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