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

Chapter 280: "Dae-Daemonikai," she choked out.

Vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes. And because her luck was terrible, the next wave of her heat crashed over her.

A scream tore from her throat, muffled by his hand, trapped in her constricting airway. The pain was excruciating. All-consuming. A thousand times worse because of the lack of oxygen.

She writhed and bucked. It hurts so much! Emeriel screamed in her mind, her vision fading to black. Lost in the abyss of pain, she was vaguely aware of the pressure on her throat easing. She gasped for air, her lungs burning with the sudden influx of oxygen. Distantly, she heard the sound of ragged breathing. A soothing voice murmuring unintelligible words.

More screams.

The wave of pain continued its brutal assault. It sawed at her insides, holding her captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when she thought she couldn't endure another second, the pain began to recede. It left her trembling and weak.

"I am sorry, Galilea," a familiar voice whispered.

King Daemonikai's hand was gentle now, caressing her cheek, his eyes searching her face with concern. Tenderness.

Emeriel's eyes, teary and strained, met his. She lay on her back, him atop her. His other hand entwined with hers, his body nestled between her spread legs. He was inside her again.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, remorse in his eyes. She nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears.

The grand king stroked her gently, languidly. "I lost my head for a moment. Almost killed you." His gaze fell to her neck, a frown marring his features, likely seeing the bruises Emeriel knew were forming. "I could have killed you."

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"I'm fine," her voice was hoarse. Pain and relief mingled.

"Please, do not stop. It hurts."

"I won't," he said, catching the tear falling down her cheek. His touch gentle as he picked up the pace, giving her what her body so desperately craved.

His member, so big and hard, touched her in all the right places. His strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated, guiding her from one trembling climax to another.

"Yes, yesss. Just like that," Emeriel cried, her words tumbling out unchecked as she clung to him, riding out the cresting waves, taking what was left of her breath.

He targeted her most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy. Cramming his length against her swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her cries turned into a scream, her legs locked around him as he pounded into her, over and over again.

"So good," she wailed, losing herself in the sweetly brutal tide of sensations. Violent spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering climax, riding the tides of another heart-stopping, mind-blowing release.

Emeriel's eyes rolled back, her fingers clenching tightly in his firm grasp as her head shook frantically from side to side. Her inner walls clenched around him, rhythmic and unrelenting.

"Fuck, you're strangling my cock," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

Emeriel was beginning to come to terms with the fact that her beloved had a very filthy mouth. In another situation, she might have been embarrassed, but now all she could do was let out a needy moan. Her eyes closed, her face etched with the blatant ecstasy he was giving her. Heavens, he feels so good inside.

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