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

Chapter 511: Her back arched, fingers clenching against the desk as her thighs shuddered with the effort to remain still.

"I have done this to you once before. You remember, don't you?"

"Y-yes," she stammered, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breathing heavy. "You were feral."

"Oh, yes. You were so scared I'd bite your pretty clit, you kept pushing me away, but I wouldn't let you escape." He placed a kiss on her swollen bud. "Unlike then, I can talk now, and…" Another kiss, then a third, louder one. "…I have a message for you this time." "What?" Her head turned, her blue eyes finding his over her shoulder.

"Don't push me away this time." Not waiting for a response, he finally gave in to his appetite… and feasted.

She cried out as he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth with eagerness, his tongue licking and lapping. He was unashamedly thorough, the sound of what he did to her loud and filthy.

Vibrations shook her small body under his firm grip, her breaths hitching. She was still trying hard to hold back, still attempting to hide her pleasure from him. Yet, Daemonikai could see her taut, enlarged nipples and her drenched pussy. He could hear the soft, broken moans slipping from her tightly clenched jaw like the sweetest melody in the quiet night.

He smiled as he flicked his tongue between her folds, knowing he would strip away every barrier she had. Peel back every layer until there was nothing left.

Pulling back, he stood and lifted her from the desk. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. She started to present herself, but he stopped her.

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"On your back, dearling," he instructed. He helped her settle, then climbed into the bed, positioning himself above her.

Her lust-clouded eyes stared up at him, her hair spread around her like silken dark waters. He leaned down, trailing kisses along her belly, her navel… lower… Spreading her legs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders, he seated himself comfortably between them. And went to work. No restraint, no teasing preamble-he devoured her raw, his tongue swirling with unnatural speed, like the beast he was.

"Oh, gods-" she bit off the half-cry, throwing her arm over her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut.

"Mmh." The taste of her, the heaven on his tongue… Daemonikai's eyes slid closed. I could spend eternity right here between her thighs, feasting on her.

He found her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples in perfect time with the movements of his tongue.

She thrashed, her body twitching uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

And then, speaking of his tongue…

He retracted his male tongue, letting his forked tongue unfurl to play.

Broken moans spilled from behind Emeriel's arm.

Daemonikai smiled against her, knowing how intense his forked tongue could be. He licked along her nether lips without mercy, sucking on her clit ravenously.

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