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

Chapter 523: Her fingers scratched his to let go, pushing, struggling. "It really hurts," she said, her voice broken and shaky.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said guiltily, kissing away the tears down her cheek.

He pulled out, just holding himself still above her, tensed with restraint. It will stop hurting soon.

It was the kind of pain that came from driving a burning knife into an open wound. But gradually, it began to fade. She felt his tension, the effort it took him not to move, to give her time to adjust.

"Move. I'm okay now," she croaked.

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to hurt her further. Subtle moves to test her readiness.

Opening her eyes, Emeriel looked up at him, unable to stop watching him. The passion in his expression, the care he took with her.

She was greedy for the sight of him, this male who was buried deep inside her. Her breath came in short gasps, her thighs twitching.

His slow thrusts gradually gained momentum, not rushed but with purpose. She felt stuffed to the brim with every glide of his hardness. Her body trembled with every move.

"Damn…" he grimaced, pleasure and restraint on his face. "You feel so damn good. No one has a right to feel like this."

Emeriel wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. The lingering dull pain was still there, but it no longer mattered. The pleasure hadn't truly begun, yet she couldn't get enough of him.

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"Good?" he asked with concern.

"Perfect," she whispered, her voice soft but sure.

To ease his worry further, she rolled her hips against his, meeting his thrust. "Give me more of you. Take me the way you want."

He swore under his breath as his hips jackknifed, and his rhythm shifted, faster, more forceful now.

Each stroke hit every sensitive spot in her, stirring rippling pleasure. She couldn't contain the cries spilling from her lips, her body arching to meet his.

Look at the way we fit, My Grand King. We were truly made for each other.

He pulled back, his hands uncurling her legs from his waist, forcing them apart, holding them wide as he plunged into her, fast and hard.

Her release came instantly, and she cried out, "Daemonikai," as it crashed over her. An unexpected rush left her gasping and arching her body off the bed, as he fucked her through her climax and into the next. His ruthless pace pushed her to new, unexplainable heights. Her screams pierced the night-loud and high-pitched. Ripples of sensation rolled over her, floods of ecstasy drowning her.

Time slipped away, becoming meaningless as Emeriel surrendered herself fully to the insatiable pleasure he gave her.

The whole fortress can hear me. Yet, Emeriel was unable to control the sounds she made as she unraveled in his arms.

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