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

Chapter 513: Bit by bit, the tension drained from her… until her limbs melted into the sheets, pliant and spent.

Daemonikai stared at her, possessively taking in the sight of his handiwork.

She lay completely undone under him, her eyes closed, every inch of her flushed and glowing, glistening with sweat.

Oh, she looked wrecked, alright. And the night hadn't even started. But something bothered Daemonikai.

He thought he'd felt a fragile freshness as he'd kissed her with his tongue. Something that shouldn't be there.

Gripping her thighs, he spread her legs wide again. She moaned her protest, but her body didn't resist. It surrendered completely, allowing him to manipulate it as he pleased.

Surely, it couldn't be…

His eyes fell back to his paradise, red and raw from his abuse. Her opening, though, was tiny, almost sealed shut, despite how thorough he'd just been.

And there, exposed in the soft, dim light to his enhanced sight, was her hymen.

PRINCESS EMERIEL

She was dead to the world.

Her Beloved was relentless, the echoes of what he'd done to her remaining in every fiber of her being.

The rainstorm of pleasure had passed, but the aftershocks still raked her body.

She had never thought it was possible to feel like this. Without the fog of heat and its hormonal lust, she hadn't expected sex-true intimacy-to bring her pleasure. She had trusted Daemonikai not to hurt her, but she hadn't dared to hope for more than that.

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But what she had just experienced… Heavens. It was beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Emeriel?" His deep baritone broke through the roaring in her ears. Was he calling her name, or was that just her own heartbeat echoing in her skull? She wasn't sure.

Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, the dim room swimming back into focus.

"Riel?" This time, his voice was clearer.

Propping herself up on one arm, she looked down at him.

The sight of him-Grand King Daemonikai, her Beloved, lying between her legs-did things to her insides. Emeriel had to fight the urge not to attempt closing her legs again.

He was staring at her exposed body with an intensity that made her want to shrink and hide, yet also set her heart racing.

"I know what I'm seeing, but…" he said slowly, his brows knitted, his voice filled with disbelief. "I can't believe…" He shook his head, still gawking at her there.

"Huh? I don't understand," she said, her voice groggy, head muddled from the aftermath of ecstasy.

Raising his head, their eyes met. She saw the raw emotion flaming in his eyes.

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