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

Chapter 303: By the time she fully seated herself upon him, Emeriel was shaking again, teetering on the verge of another orgasm. She had never taken him this deep before. Looking down, she shifted slightly and could see the outline of his manhood pressed against her lower belly.

"Move," he urged, his voice strained. The wild look in his eyes made her burn. How much could she test his control? Did she even want to? Emeriel wasn't entirely sure.

"I ca-can't," she managed to gasp out. She felt utterly full, stuffed to the brim. The intense pleasure hummed just beneath her skin like an electric charge.

King Daemonikai's hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place as he took control, moving beneath her. His strokes were long and slow, each one making her gasp. With every glide into her deepest depths, the sensations that flooded her were beyond words. Emeriel wasn't sure she could describe them as mere pleasure. They were more than pleasure, yet not pain. Simply… more. A distant part of her felt embarrassed at her loud, uninhibited cries, like those of a seasoned courtesan. But Emeriel couldn't help it-the pleasure was too overwhelming.

"You enjoy getting stuffed with my cock?" he groaned, punctuating each word with a firm thrust.

"Yesssss," she hissed, sweat beading and rolling off her skin.

He changed his angle abruptly, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot inside her, and Emeriel arched, nearly catapulting out of her own skin.

His manhood stroked her deeply, touching glands Emeriel never knew existed. She chased that sensation, grinding against him so his hardness hit her sweet spot perfectly.

Her moans filled the air as the tingling of an impending orgasm grew more intense with each passing moment. "I'm going to…" she gasped, her voice trembling.

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King Daemonikai stopped abruptly, his movements ceasing as he held her close, his breath ragged.

Emeriel nearly sobbed with frustration. Without a word, he rose, keeping her close. Their bodies remained joined, Emeriel clinging to him like a tenacious spider. Each step sent a jolt through her core as he crossed the room.

Reaching the sturdy chair, the grand king sat down, pulling her onto his lap. He leaned in closer, his voice low and commanding. "Start moving."

All of Emeriel's instincts urged her to obey, and she did. Her hips began to move, rising and falling as her hands clung to his broad shoulders for balance. She bit her lip at the exquisite sensation, her breath hitching with every motion.

His fingers wove through her hair, capturing a handful in a firm yet gentle hold. "So sexy. So hot," he murmured, his tone caressing her skin as much as his touch.

A bashful heat bloomed across her cheeks, and Emeriel ducked her head to hide her flush, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. Moving rhythmically, she savored every contact, every slide.

"You feel really good," she confessed shyly into his neck, the warmth of his skin against her lips making her heart race. Her heat thrummed within her, but without its brutal waves, Emeriel felt as if she were soaring through the heavens.

The room filled with her moans, mingling with his occasional low groans. Her orgasm built again, imminent and inevitable, her belly tightening as her cries grew louder.

A thick finger suddenly prodded her back entrance, pushing in. Emeriel whined, shock and stark pleasure overwhelming her.

"You're drenched," his voice was gravelly with raw lust. "Tight, yet loose with heat."

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