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

Chapter 742: With every groan, she moved with more passion. Every shiver in his breath, in the silent, darkened study, made her tingle.

When he tried to pull her away, Emeriel held firm, ready.

His release came with a deep grunt, and she swallowed as he spilled into her throat.

She didn't let go, drawing out every last shudder, every pulse, until there was nothing left. Cleaning him thoroughly, moaning greedily, she eased him through the sensitivity until he hissed. Only then did she pull back, feeling flushed and warm, gazing up at him with seeking eyes.

His expression had softened; some of the tension had drained from him. He cupped her cheek.

"Good girl."

For you, Beloved. Always.

Emeriel mewled, content, resting her head on his thigh, staring at his half-hard length.

And because she couldn't help herself, she leaned forward and mouthed him again.

"Fuck," he breathed in an uneven tone.

"You really do love sucking me off, don't you, Riel?"

She hummed softly, lips around him, eyes drooped… content. She nodded, refusing to let go, even to answer.

Daemonikai hissed again from the overstimulation but made no move to stop her. His hand returned to her hair, tangled in, and rested there.

"One of the most alluring aspects of you is how you transform from my straitlaced princess into my naughty little vixen."

Her eyes fluttered open, a blush blooming high on her cheeks. Yet she smiled, lips curving around him even as she continued her slow, languid motions-sucking, tugging, rolling him on her tongue until his hisses quieted and he relaxed once more.

With a moan of sheer eagerness, she swallowed him down again, going straight for seconds. Taking him even deeper.

Time dissolved around them.

By the time he was emptying down her throat again, and she was greedily draining him once more, her knees ached from kneeling and her jaw throbbed from the effort.

At last, reluctantly, she let him go.

He reached for her at once, pulling her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. He guided her onto his lap again with careful hands, looking at her with satisfaction, pride, and… wonder.

"You are so full of surprises."

Emeriel hid her face against his neck, mumbling.

"You do not think me… wanton?"

Nore chatpers ????Ɐ????????????ν????????????.c0n "Oh, I think you very wanton," he drawled, flicking one of her aching, sensitive nipples with a teasing touch that made her shiver.

"But your wantonness destroys me in the best of ways. I enjoy your debauchery, my slutty, sexy princess."

She relaxed against him, letting herself sink into the safety of his embrace. One large hand stroked down her back.

"Thank you for being here in Urai, in my home, and in my life," he said, tipping her face up and kissing her forehead.

"You make everything… bearable."

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