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

Chapter 334: Vladya let it fall to the floor with a soft thud, his focus shifting entirely to her. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself beside her, his face hovering inches from hers. His hand shot out, gripping her hair, holding her head in place. He crashed his mouth onto hers in a kiss that was filthy, raw, and utterly unrestrained. He took her thoroughly, pouring his frustration, his hunger, his need into it.

He devoured her mouth, showing her how he would soon take her body, swallowing her gasps. When he finally pulled away, her eyes were glazed over, her lips red and swollen. The tension drained from her, leaving her pliant beneath him. Vladya couldn't help but growl softly.

Aekeira was unbelievably sexy. The sight of her now, at his mercy and so aroused, did things to him. Wicked, wicked things. And he needed to claim her mouth.

Undressing quickly, his clothes fell away one by one until Vladya lay naked beside her. Rising above Aekeira, he straddled her face, his fingers slipping beneath her head to cradle it, lifting her. "Open," he ordered softly.

Aekeira blushed a fiery red, parting her lips. Slowly, he fed her his manhood, groaning as his length disappeared into the warmth of her mouth. He pushed deeper, and she choked a little. Vladya didn't ease up, staying there, forcing her to feel him in her throat and adjust to him. Aekeira couldn't take all of him, but he didn't mind. When he mounted her fully, he would make sure she took every inch. For now, he was content.

Pulling back a bit, Vladya allowed his shaft to slip out to the tip, hovering just above her parted lips. Then, he pressed forward again, captivated by her mouth stretching wide to accommodate him, the flushed color of her cheeks, her soft little chokes, and those wide brown eyes. He was entranced. Addicted.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth now," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "I will wreck your throat, fast and hard, push your limits, and probably get carried away. But if it becomes too much, if you can't handle it, yank your bound hands twice. Do you hear me?" Aekeira hesitated, then nodded.

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Pulling back, he slammed into her again. And again. And again. Vladya fucked her mouth the way he had always wanted. His greedy eyes took in every detail of her face. His hand buried in her silky hair tightened as he pushed further in until he was buried in her throat.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

Aekeira gagged, her eyes watering.

Aekeira's eyes snapped open, the weight of dread returning.

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Aekeira felt like she was on fire. Her jaws ached, and her throat felt well-used. But she was so aroused that even the soft breeze seemed too much on her sensitive skin. Aekeira was ready for anything he wanted. Until his hand reached for the whip again.

Her eyes fixed on the sturdy whip Lord Vladya held, and a wave of apprehension rolled through her. She tried her best to stay calm, forcing herself to breathe evenly. When he raised the whip, her heart skipped a beat, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the strike. Where would it land-her thighs, her stomach, or somewhere even more vulnerable?

A helpless cry escaped her lips. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the bounds stopped her. Aekeira waited, tense, expecting the blow. But it never came.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Vladya was watching her, his brows furrowed in deep thought. The whip had lowered, hanging limply in his hand as if his will to strike had vanished.

"I'm… confused," Vladya muttered, almost to himself. Conflicted. "There are so many voices in my head-all screaming, all telling me how to hurt and destroy. But when it comes down to it, when I raise the whip on you, they fall silent."

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