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

Chapter 290: Galilea's body welcomed him in a way that left his head spinning, holding him as though she wanted to keep him there forever.

She felt incredible. Home.

"More," she moved desperately, her voice pleading. "Give me more."

He gave her more, thrusting deeper. He watched her eyes dance with ecstasy, her head tilting to the side, her lips slack in absolute pleasure. Her hair spread around her like a silken halo, damp with sweat. She was unbelievably sexy-no one had the right to be as beautiful as Galilea.

"You feel so good. It's so good," she slurred, her voice thick with desire.

He stroked deep, brushing against the soft, spongy barrier inside her. Daemonikai growled at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. Her body had descended, her heat reaching its peak.

Plunging in again, he stroked deeper, feeling her womb flutter as it attempted to draw him in.

She jerked beneath him, her body trembling. "Oooooh yesssss. I need it, I need it. I love your manhood inside me." Her face was bare with pure enjoyment, her slack mouth making a droll. Ukrae, he had never seen anything more attractive.

"Good girl. You're taking me so well." He leaned forward, giving her more of his weight as he kissed her open mouth, savoring the sweetness that was uniquely her.

She hummed in response, kissing him back with desire and enthusiasm, but also with a touch of innocence and inexperience. Galilea was like a pure sunflower, blooming amidst a bed of roses.

He began to thrust harder, his hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Each plunge caressed her, pressing with just the right pressure.

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Galilea tore her lips away and cried out as she reached the edge. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as tremors shook her body. Daemonikai buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent-a thick mix of musk and natural fragrance-as he continued thrusting, brushing against the spot that touched him just right.

This woman tested his ironclad control. It was the first time a woman who wasn't his bondmate had come so close to making him lose himself, but Daemonikai gritted his teeth, determined not to let it happen. Holding his control tightly, just as he had the night before, he slammed into her again and again.

"Unleash," his instincts whispered.

Damn it, this woman tempted him more than he could explain. He could feel the wildness lurking…

"Heavens, you are so big," she moaned. "So big. You fill me just right. Don't stop."

Daemonikai continued, fucking her until the tension of her orgasm faded, leaving her slumped against him, her body trembling in aftershocks. Only then did he give her a few more inches, pushing deeper until the pressure released and he breached her womb. Daemonikai swore under his breath and stilled, fighting the urge to climax as the tight, warm space clenched around him.

She gasped, her eyes widening. "That f-feels…"

"I know," he murmured, regaining a semblance of control. He thrust once more, gliding against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Pulling back, he plunged in again.

A weak scream escaped her throat as another orgasm hit her, overwhelming her senses. Her eyes rolled back, and her body jerked as she flailed, muscles locking tight. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trembling with every movement. The scream stopped abruptly, her mouth remaining open in silent ecstasy.

She was intoxicating. So sensual, so sexy. She made him burn with desire.

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