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

Chapter 311: His breaths were deep and even. Over the past few days with her, he had rarely slumbered, staying awake even after their long, marathon couplings, while she passed out. Thank the gods, he was sleeping now. Her heat was beginning to fade, lingering…

Beloved. Mine.

She was his to command. Pinned beneath him, unable to move, taking the strokes he gave; she was his to own. And he did not hold back. Emeriel screamed, erupting into another blinding orgasm that had her squeezing her eyes so tightly, she feared they might pop.

He deepened his thrusts, even after she collapsed. Each stroke drew low, guttural groans from him. Emeriel could listen to those sounds all day. They were a different kind of addiction. His hand captured hers, pinning them on either side of her head as he lowered his face to hers, his breath mingling with her own, and truly fucked her life away.

"It feels… much," Emeriel gasped, drooling on the sheet. She was wrecked.

Just beneath her skin, but the fog was clearing. She could already feel the soreness setting in, her limbs too tired to move.

Come morning, my heat will be over. He will leave. This closeness might never happen again.

My future is bleak at best. I face either public execution or private slaughter, depending on which grand ruler discovers my secret next. I wish I could bottle this moment and store it up forever.

Swallowing the ball of emotions, Emeriel squirmed closer, nestling deeper into his body. It hadn't been long since their last round of sex, and despite her muscles aching and sore, Emeriel began to move slowly on his member.

One thing Emeriel had realized during these days in bed with him was that his organ never fully softened. Even after release, knotting, and deflating, it remained hard, always ready for more. She didn't know if it was due to the rut or just his nature.

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If this insatiability is truly his nature, can I handle him outside of heat? Will I ever have a chance to be with him in my clear mind, without the fog of heat clouding the experience?

Pushing the thought away, she focused on the sensation humming through her with each slow grind of her hips, swallowing her moans. Gazing at him, she committed every detail of his features to memory.

Raising a trembling hand, she ghosted it over his closed eyes, soft hair, and plump lips. Never had she imagined a male could be both beautiful and powerfully masculine, yet her male effortlessly embodied both. Mine.

"You are all I want to see when I wake in the morning," Emeriel whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. "All I want to see before I go to bed at night. If you wish for me to help you burn the human world, I will set the fires myself. If you wish to torture the kings, I will join the armies sent to gather them. Anything you wish for, I will do, if it would alleviate your pain even a little. I will burn the world with you, if it means I will have you by my side."

Her sore muscles protested too much, forcing her to still. She blinked away her tears, greedily wanting to see him clearly for as long as possible.

She was intoxicated by this male… enamored by him. "You slept with Galilea, but it is Emeriel who will remember. Who will cherish this until the end of her days."

Burying her face in his chest, Emeriel cried herself back to sleep, wondering what their future held.

Sunlight pierced through the window, striking Emeriel's eyes. The bedsheets were cold, and the room was silent. She woke to an empty bed. Trying to move, she realized that was the least of her problems.

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