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

Chapter 561: Without breaking his focus or releasing her, Daemonikai shifted, raising her leg over his hip. Then, in one smooth move, he entered her. Emeriel bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the sharp cry rushing to her throat at the discomfort.

"That's it," she encouraged. "That's it, my dear king."

His hips began to move, slow and deep, his thick length stretching her.

Long, low groans of pleasure rumbled from his throat as he angled himself into an uncomfortable-looking position, refusing to let her go or lose contact. Emeriel cupped her breast, offering it to him as small cries tumbled from her.

His nonstop suction on her nipple, combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, created a sweet agony that left her breathless. The pleasure-pain sensation was almost too much.

She hadn't expected to reach her peak, but the release came upon her suddenly, without warning or buildup. It rippled through her in soft waves.

Surrendering to it, she let out a long, drawn-out moan, small tremors raking her body.

As she rode it out, Daemonikai maintained the same strokes, the same pull on her hypersensitive breast. The aftershocks turned harsh, her body protesting the overstimulation.

Emeriel whimpered, her toes curling, unsure how much longer she could endure it.

Fortunately, his pace began to quicken, losing coordination in a telltale sign of his own impending release.

Low rumbles from his chest turned into guttural groans, and finally, his mouth released her abused nipple. His lips parted slightly in silent ecstasy as he climaxed.

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Jerking inside her, he pushed harder, as if trying to burrow into the deepest parts of her.

His semen triggered feelings like mini-orgasms, and her cries filled the dark room as she clung to him.

Finally, his thrusts slowed, his hands roving over her body, cupping her butt, caressing her back-touching everywhere he could reach.

When the last waves ebbed away, Emeriel opened her eyes.

Daemonikai's were still closed, his movements sluggish. He was drifting back to sleep.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly, brushing her fingers against his damp hair.

He mumbled something she couldn't make out before blindly finding her other nipple and fastening his eager mouth onto it.

His throat worked as he began to suck, even as sleep fully claimed him. And he didn't pull out, remaining buried deep inside her.

A tender smile graced Emeriel's lips. Sighing softly, she trailed her fingers through his hair as her own eyes closed, a peaceful sleep taking her away.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

He woke feeling surprisingly well-rested.

His eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, sunlight streaming through the open window. How long had they slept?

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