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

Chapter 277: Her climax finally began to ebb, and Galilea's body relaxed heavily as she rested her cheek on the table. Her eyelids fluttered open, then closed, her expression dreamy and utterly spent. She looked sublime, completely open-a vision of disheveled beauty. Submissive.

"Do you like feeling me inside you?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"Yes, a lot," she replied, her voice a tender caress. "I missed it. I missed you."

Galilea was so out of it, and though Daemonikai knew it was mostly the heat speaking, something inside him felt deeply satisfied. She wanted him. She had missed him. He fought to control his own climax, to extend the moment and savor the feeling of being inside her. He continued to thrust, aiming to push Galilea over the edge once more. Her hair was a mess, sticky with sweat, tangles of it framing her face.

Daemonikai swept some strands away, captivated by the sight of her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips as she came undone again. Her teeth captured her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut, and her fingers dug into the table for support.

"Too much," she gasped, panting heavily. "I can't…"

"Sure you can," he assured her, his voice deep and strained as he slammed into her. The amount of control he exerted to hold back and not empty himself inside her was phenomenal.

Galilea took everything he gave, her body quaking before his, broken moans spilling from her lips. Her womb had not yet descended, and though Daemonikai knew he could reach it if he angled just right, he refrained. Her body wasn't ready for that yet.

Instead, he squeezed her soft, plump rear, admiring the way it wobbled with each hard thrust. His fingers trailed over the smoothness of her skin, the texture so familiar yet endlessly fascinating. Each mewl, moan, and touch from her felt…oddly familiar.

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"Hell, hell, oh, I think I'm going to…" her voice quivered as she squirmed on the table.

Daemonikai stopped abruptly, making her cry out in protest. He guided her to the bed and bent her over it. Seeing her in this position…heavens.

As if aware of how much she was driving him wild, Galilea arched her back, lifting her butt. She reached back, parting her cheeks. "Take me, please."

He snarled, his instincts flaring. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He wanted to devour her whole. To bury himself deep within her, coating her womb with his seed while she came over and over again. Damn it, he wanted it all.

Daemonikai slammed home, increasing his pace, plundering her with raw, instinctual strokes. Her cries grew louder, shaky…frantic, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

His thrusts rocked her, nearly toppling her over, but his firm grip kept her steady.

"Take it. Take it." He couldn't recognize his own voice, so rough and animalistic, as he slammed into her over and over again with a force he would never have used on her outside the intensity of a full heat. But she could take it.

Yes, she could.

Galilea screamed so loudly it might have reached the heavens as her body trembled. Muscles clenched around him so tightly that he swore aloud, his climax tearing through him, his growls mingling with her screams.

"Fuck, you milk my essence so well, little princess," he grunted, filling her with his seed, driving her into another convulsive orgasm.

Galilea's blue eyes went wide with pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a soundless, endless scream, her toes curling. The sound of tearing sheets reached him, the fabric she gripped in a dead hold ripping apart.

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