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

Chapter 341: Before her lust-filled brain could process those words, he rose and crushed his lips on hers.

The kiss was slow, exploring. His lips moved against hers, and Aekeira sighed, her eyes slipping shut. She parted her lips, and his tongue thrust in, sending tingles down her spine.

Every nerve ending sparked to life. Lord Vladya deepened the kiss, growing more demanding, rising until he hovered over her. One hand splayed across her neck…

Caressing her, his hand brushed the sensitive skin there, while the other found her nipple and tweaked it. Aekeira jerked. He pinched and tugged, sending sharp pulses of pleasure through her. Fire ignited in her veins, liquid heat pooling deep in her core. As he played with her breasts and kissed her thoroughly, Aekeira's body came fully alive.

By the time he pulled back, every part of her hummed with need. Her eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide, her breathing loud, lips slick and swollen.

"Little witch," he murmured, desire clear in his eyes. He slammed his lips against hers once more, kissing her hungrily as if he couldn't get enough. When he pulled back, his voice dropped an octave. "Sexy little witch."

An urge filled Aekeira, familiar and strong, like the night in the woods. Rising to her knees with a moan of surrender, she flipped over, parted her thighs, and gripped her butt cheeks, utterly exposed.

She heard a low snarl, followed by a sound so soft Aekeira could hardly believe it came from her grand lord-a drawn-out purr.

Aekeira soaked it in. She would never get tired of hearing it.

"My beast loves this. Your submission," Lord Vladya said huskily. "It does things to us."

The rustle of clothes caught her attention. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his erection, hard and ready, a drop of precum at the tip. Lord Vladya grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed until her body hung on the cusp while he stood behind her, his manhood aimed at her entrance.

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Aekeira swallowed, her nerves tingling with want and anxiety. The latter didn't stop her from parting her thighs wider.

But instead of the rough penetration she'd come to expect, Lord Vladya leaned in, his lips brushing the skin of her back in soft, lingering kisses.

Her heart fluttered. Aekeira stared ahead, watching the curtains dance slowly in the breeze. Each kiss trailed lower, creating shivers and warmth in her.

Lord Vladya entered her with two fingers.

Aekeira cried out, pleasure slithering through her like lightning. His strong hand pressed into her lower back, holding her in a perfect arc as his fingers thrust in and out of her wet channel.

"Oh…!" Heat engulfed her, burning her alive from the inside out, yet instead of pain, there was bliss. Pleasure in its purest form. Untainted. Moans filled the air, small cries escaping her lips as she surrendered to the sensations.

and desperate whimpers, all hers, as he drove her higher and higher. He paused, his breath hot against her skin, sliding a third finger inside.

The burn of the stretch tore a gasp from her lips. "Too much."

"Not enough, little bird," Lord Vladya groaned, flexing them. "Not nearly enough."

EMERIEL

Emeriel walked the familiar path on the well-trodden trail leading to the fortress. The late afternoon golden sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shadows on the ground. The melodic songs of birds flitting from tree to tree were supposed to fill her with calmness, but instead, she felt unease.

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