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

Chapter 510: A quiver rippled through her body. There was always something about his orders that made disobedience feel impossible.

And she didn't want to resist.

Just this once, Emeriel wanted to let go. To stop overthinking, stop fighting herself.

Tomorrow, she could wrestle with her doubts and fears. But tonight, she would turn off her head and follow her heart. Taking a resigned breath, Emeriel moved onto her hands and knees on the desk.

The surface was cool against her skin, steadying her as she reached back, pulling her cheeks apart, opening all of herself to his eyes.

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As she presented herself to him, he couldn't stop the rumble that began deep in his chest, growing into a low, drawn-out growl that filled the room.

His eyes roamed her offered body, from her trembling thighs to the slick pearl of wetness dripping from her entrance, to her swollen clit beckoning to him. All mine.

Shit, he hadn't even touched her properly yet, but his control felt like a cannon ready to explode. He wanted to feast on her so badly.

"Riel?" His voice came out rough, almost guttural.

"Your Grace?" she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

A low moan escaped her lips, another bead of wetness gleaming at her entrance. His woman was so aroused, so ready for him, and it was driving him insane.

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"Fuck it." Daemonikai stepped forward, crowding her, sliding his hand possessively to her waist and pulling her to the edge of the desk.

This time, there was no guilt, no hesitation. She wasn't Herodis's woman-she never had been. She was his. "You are my woman. You belong to me," he declared, his voice firm and commanding.

He wrapped a strong hand around her neck, pulling her upright until her back pressed against his chest. Turning her head to the side, he captured her lips in a kiss that was dirty, filthy, and utterly consuming.

"No matter what you tell yourself, you will always be mine," he said against her lips before claiming them again. He kissed her until the world outside faded to nothing, leaving only her, only them.

He broke the kiss, shoving her back down onto the desk, her body falling into the perfect arch he desired.

Bending forward, Daemonikai came face-to-face with her wet pussy. Without hesitation, he took a long, deliberate lick.

Emeriel jerked, her breath catching sharply. "What are you doing!?" she squeaked, her voice a mix of shock and arousal.

"Savoring a meal," he replied, his voice dark and possessive. He flicked his tongue over her clit before trailing down to her opening. He licked again, slower this time, delighting in her taste.

"Ukrae, your scent is just as intoxicating here as it is on your neck." A low snarl escaped him. "The things you do to me…"

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