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

Chapter 300: "Let us try to lull that ever-working mind into sleep, shall we?" Gailyn murmured, her head descending as she skillfully took him into her mouth.

Herod's breath hitched, a tremor of pleasure surging through him, stealing his breath away. Gailyn's mouth worked its magic, wiping his mind clean.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations she evoked.

EMERIEL Emeriel woke, heat coursing through her body. Her belly twisted with a deep, aching need, her intimate areas swollen and slick, her breasts tight and throbbing. The heat simmered within her, not yet strong enough to trigger spasms, but impossible to ignore. She felt hungry. Ravenous.

She lay facing the wall but rolled over slowly, careful not to make a sound, stealing a glance at King Daemonikai. He was stretched out on his back, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, eyes closed. She couldn't tell if he was asleep or merely resting.

Her gaze drifted downward, biting her lips as hunger blazed in her eyes. Even in its flaccid state, his manhood looked impressive-so large and long.

Emeriel bit back a moan, squeezing her legs together to contain the burning desire surging through her.

I want it so much. I want it inside me.

She glanced back up at his face; his eyes remained closed. Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching out to touch him. Her fingers brushed against the soft, velvety skin of his member, and she held her breath, waiting for any sign that he was awake.

He didn't react.

Encouraged, Emeriel's touch grew bolder. She traced the length of his flaccid member with delicate fingers, marveling at its size and smoothness. As she continued to explore, she felt it twitch, swelling beneath her touch. Growing larger, thicker, harder.

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Suppressing another moan, Emeriel's throat grew parched with desire. Her other hand found her nipple, tweaking and playing with it as she continued to stroke him. Rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers, jolts of pleasure coursed through her body, making her gasp. His mushroom-shaped head was large and enticing. The memory of how it had felt inside her earlier made her burn.

And his knot…

A small moan escaped her. It was intense, almost uncomfortable, but she was addicted. His manhood stood proud now, fully erect and pulsing. So breathtakingly beautiful.

She stole another glance at his face. No reaction. His eyes remained closed.

Surely, she could-maybe-sit on it, right? Could she dare to take her pleasure while he slept, none the wiser? She needed, needed, to feel him inside her once more.

Emeriel cautiously rose, moving quietly, straddling him with care. The sheer size of his body made her spread her legs wide to accommodate his broad frame. Settling onto his powerful thighs, a rush of sensation surged through her. The position felt good.

Should she be doing this?

Maybe not. King Daemonikai might wake up disoriented and confused again. Or angry.

The thought of his deep, authoritative voice reprimanding her-all hard and growly-didn't scare her; it sounded tempting. Or perhaps he would adopt that commanding tone of the grand king, stern and powerful. She liked that too.

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