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

Chapter 307: So arousing.

Aekeira's body went from warm to molten. She became acutely aware of her breasts-how heavy and sensitive they felt, aching with need. Wetness pooled inside her, dripping onto her undergarment.

"By Ukrae's bones," Lord Vladya groaned into her mouth. His hands cupped her cheeks, keeping her face captive as he ravaged her lips like they were his personal playground.

Aekeira clung to him, making helpless, soft moans as he kissed her within an inch of her life. She felt devoured. Alive. Breaking the kiss, he murmured, "There's my elegant little whore." Breathless, he rested his forehead against hers. "Just a kiss, and already you're so wet. Your musk's scent is nearly suffocating me."

An embarrassed mewl escaped Aekeira. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could hide from his penetrating gaze.

"I could take you right here, in Merilyn's hallway, and you would let me, wouldn't you?" His tone was both taunting and alluring. "Knowing that everyone in the house would hear your cries… well aware they'd know exactly what I'm doing to you, you would still let me."

Humiliation tangled with arousal, fueling the fire inside Aekeira until she felt as though she might combust. She buried her face against his neck, rubbing her arching core against his thighs like a shameless wanton.

A raspy, soft laugh escaped him as his hand stilled her movements. "Words, little bird. Use words."

He's laughing. Aekeira might have marveled at that sound under different circumstances, but right now, all she could focus on was getting relief.

"Y-yes, I want you," she panted, her voice shy.

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Lord Vladya pressed closer, his hardness blatantly firm against her midsection. Then, he made a rotating motion, shamelessly rubbing his thickness against her.

"Soaked. Swollen. My sexy little witch," he growled. "By the gods, Aekeira. You're bad for my control. You make me want to-" He stopped, his elongated ears twitching.

"Merilyn can hear us," he muttered after a moment, the faintest amusement touching his lips. "She said we are not helping her situation in the slightest. Huh." A brief pause followed. "I haven't heard such colorful language from you in centuries, Merry."

They were overheard? Aekeira's face burned.

Mortified, she wished for the earth to swallow her whole.

A moment of silence passed before Lord Vladya clicked his tongue, a small smile briefly crossing his features. "Using some unintelligible choice words, Merilyn suggested I take you far from her abode."

Aekeira could only nod. She agreed wholeheartedly.

Pulling away, breaking their intimacy, his voice softened. "Apologies, Merry. We depart now."

But upon their return to Blackstone, an urgent summons whisked Lord Vladya away to court, leaving Aekeira to retreat to the solitude of her chambers alone. Her body still tingled with unspent, unfulfilled desire.

Hot, Aekeira shed her clothes, sliding under the coolness of the sheets. But sleep proved elusive.

Tossing and turning, her mind replayed every moment of their encounter-his lips, the feel of his erection against her, the intimate promises whispered yet unfulfilled.

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