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

Chapter 666: "Such a good girl," he whispered gently, kissing away her tears, warmth and pride evident in his voice.

"My sweet little Keira, you take me so well. I am so proud of you."

His praise sent a different kind of heat into her, a glow that settled deep. It made her want to please him, to take everything he gave her.

Biting her lip, Aekeira panted through the pressure, her thighs quivering as his knot grew massive. And just when she was sure she couldn't take another inch, just when she thought she might break, it swelled to completion. A perfect, locked fit.

"I did it." Her breath shuddered out in a disbelieving whisper.

"I never doubted it." Vladya brushed his lips over her damp temple.

"You did beautifully well, sweetling. Hell, Aekeira, you feel so damn good on my knot." He shifted-just a little.

Oh. Aekeira gasped, shocked at the sudden burst of pleasure searing through her nerves. Her eyes went wide, her lips parted in a moan.

Vladya stilled, a wicked smirk playing on his face as he did it again-a slow, shallow grind, his swollen knot pressing firmly against something new, something devastatingly sensitive inside her.

Sensations exploded through her. Aekeira keened helplessly, her body clamping down on him while she convulsed in overstimulated bliss. Too intense, too intense…!

"Please," she gasped, her hands shooting down to grip his firm ass, holding him still.

"Don't move, please." Even the tiniest movement was too much.

The wicked Vladya chuckled low, knowingly.

"Alright, sweetling. I will not do that again. But I still need to move us into a better position."

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"I do not mind your weight on me."

Vladya exhaled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her damp forehead.

"Yes, but it will become uncomfortable if we remain this way for too long," his arms tightened briefly around her before he shifted their position, rolling them onto their sides so they faced each other.

"We do not know how long my knot will take to go down."

A hush settled between them. Aekeira fought to stay awake, though sleep tugged at her, her eyelids fluttering open and closed. But through the fog of exhaustion, she caught his gaze.

He was watching her again with that same piercing intensity he always did-but now, something was different. As though he was seeing her anew.

Her lips parted.

"My lord?"

"You are my destined mate, Aekeira," he said at last, his voice laced with quiet wonder.

"I am still trying to wrap my head around it." Now, the haze of heat had momentarily lifted, and reality struck her like a lightning bolt. She was a Syren.

Created for him. Made for him.

And he was hers. Truly, completely hers.

Tears welled in her eyes.

"There were so many signs…" she whispered.

"I was just too terrified to hope. And even when I allowed myself to, I only wished that we might be compatible enough to become bondmates after the ritual under the moonlight. I hoped for the skies… and I was given the heavens."

A sharp breath escaped him. Over the past few months, Aekeira had glimpsed his softer side, but she had never seen him like this.

Vulnerable. Stripped bare.

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