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

Chapter 458: He slid a finger inside her wet heat.

A long, trembling moan followed, echoing off the cave walls. Her libido, which she was sure had died after him, was alive again. And on fire.

"Never realized you were the breath of fresh air I needed until that new moisture vanished, leaving only dead, stale air behind," he whispered into her ear.

Her heart bloomed, like roses unfurling to sunlight. This male… how had she lived without this? Without him? Carefully, he worked a second finger into her tight, hungry channel, beginning a slow, rhythmic glide.

Aekeira was suddenly glad she wasn't standing, or her weak knees wouldn't have been able to support her. Tremors broke out, and goosebumps weren't far behind. Gods. Gods.

She was already fighting an orgasm.

Teetering on the edge, it was right there, demanding that she give in. But she bit her lips hard, digging her toes into the ground. I need this to last. I need this to go on forever.

"And even across universes, your blood called to me," he growled, his deep voice like gravel. "It gladdens my soulless heart that tonight, I finally get to answer."

He sank his fangs into her neck.

Holy…!

Back arching off the rock, Aekeira wailed as she came.

It barreled through her defenses, flooding her with wave after wave of pleasure.

Lord Vladya's furry hand held her writhing body still as he continued thrusting his fingers into her starved form.

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His grip was possessive, as if Aekeira's private place were his right-his to invade, his to open up, his to claim.

Fangs withdrawing, he took the thoughts right out of her head. "Mine," he snarled, plunging his thick fingers deep. "Every part of you is mine, my sweet, pretty little Aekeira."

Her body convulsed in his grasp. Aekeira was submerged in ecstasy.

Drowning.

At last, she slumped against him, boneless and utterly spent.

Only then did he withdraw his fingers. Giving her a raw, heated look, he brought them to his lips, licking them clean. Then, he let out a guttural groan of absolute, undisguised hunger.

"Hell, it almost feels like my sex drive isn't asleep," he growled, staring pointedly between her open legs, at her exposed core, a savage look in his eyes. "The things I want to do to you…"

She felt completely exposed. Open to his gaze. But she forced herself to keep her quivering thighs parted for him. To let him see.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled away. Rising, he lifted her from the basin and carried her back to his makeshift bed. Laying her on the soft surface, he began toweling her body.

His manhood was still hard and proudly erect, tenting up his pants. That must be uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" Aekeira asked in a soft tone. "Do you want me to…?"

Her grand lord shook his head. "I'm fine. I told you tonight was for you."

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